Saguru Hakuba (
clockmaster) wrote2008-09-08 12:34 am
RL-dealing with the kids
Closing the door, Hakuba leaned against the wall and waited for a moment. He could hear Kaito-kun and Akako-chan running around the house playing another game. At least Aoko wasn’t with Watson, he nearly died when he saw the poor pet with a pink bow on her neck.
Since no one was there to see, he allowed a worried expression to creep onto his face. He had hoped that Akako wasn’t very angry at him for leaving her alone with the kids while he went to find Maxwell. Hakuba brought her flowers, but he doubted that if it was going to do any good. Hakuba looked at the flowers on his left hand, he didn’t know his favorite flowers, so he bought her azaleas. Next, he looked at the black cat on his right hand.
“Welcome home.”
(OOC: In the language of flowers, Azaleas mean love, romance, first love, fragile passion, temperance, and it is also the Chinese symbol of womanhood :3)
Since no one was there to see, he allowed a worried expression to creep onto his face. He had hoped that Akako wasn’t very angry at him for leaving her alone with the kids while he went to find Maxwell. Hakuba brought her flowers, but he doubted that if it was going to do any good. Hakuba looked at the flowers on his left hand, he didn’t know his favorite flowers, so he bought her azaleas. Next, he looked at the black cat on his right hand.
“Welcome home.”
(OOC: In the language of flowers, Azaleas mean love, romance, first love, fragile passion, temperance, and it is also the Chinese symbol of womanhood :3)

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As soon as she heard Hakuba come home, she immediately went to the foyer to head him off. When she arrived, she affixed the blond detective with an icy glare, ignoring the flowers and cat in his hands for now. "You," she said, her voice conveying exactly how perturbed she was at the moment. She pointed a slender finger at Hakuba and balled her other hand into a fist. "Do not leave me along with these children again."
... were those flames dancing around her fist?
((Aw! That's so sweet! I'm so sorry for her slight bitchiness, she really hates taking care of children... D8))
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Meow? Came a slight sound from when the screaming was heard. That's right, he couldn't 'talk'.
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