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Saguru Hakuba

July 2020

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( occ:A small fic/drabble to explain Hakuba’s situation and psychology at the moment, and to help with the future events on the Pandora’s plot :3 comments are welcome~)

There was a resounding sound and a cold sensation that interrupted his thoughts. Hakuba turned back to face the now open window of his room. He paused, resting the cup of tea he'd been drinking on the table, and stood up. As he reached the window the aforementioned breeze brushed past his face and mussed the hair in front of it. For a moment he was expecting a white shadow to come into sight, but he knew better. For one, Kid-san was never that loud, and he already knew that the thief was not available at the moment.

They would need to talk eventually. Eventually...

He made a thoughtful noise, made sure the window was locked, and went back to the computer station he had been working at before the interruption.
Since he had started hanging out with an internationally-wanted criminal and suffered all the strange consequences that came with it, strange things had become commonplace.  )

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