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[rschanfish]

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[kujoi]

I still had faith in you.. #redjag #fenderjaguar #fenderguitar

[redjag-blog]

[text: coo-row-bah] Yeah basically. I guess you have a hangover if you don’t remember me. I was the one with the spots. We talked about girls and detectives and jail…

[kuroba-k-archive]

[text: redjag] Hangover allright, yeah... I... still don't remember. Sorry, mate. I actually didn't even realise I've been texting in English until right now. Awkward moment.

[kuroba-k-archive]

[text]: You better buy her a motherfucking bunny rabbit to make up for this. And me footsie pajamas for being a cockblock.

… who in the world was this? But since he seemed to be saved in Kaito’s phone. This was not necessarily a stray message. Ugh… no more alcohol, ever.

[text: redjag] Mate, I have no idea who you are. But you’re in my phone, so I must have met you yesterday. Nice to meet you again! You just want a footsie, don’t you?

[osakanrelichunterhattori-blog]

||Curse of the Monkey||Closed Thread||@Austin||

▌│█║▌║▌║ ¢αυѕє ι ¢αи'т ѕιт σн ι ¢αит тαℓк ║▌║▌║█│▌

It had been a long flight, followed by a long hike to the temple in question. His legs, which had been stiff from the flight, were sore from the lack of proper stretching before his hike. He sighed and bent over and rubbed his calves a little before stretching his arms as he looked over the ruined temple. He had passed by the town in the legend, and when he mentioned why he was here, they hadn't exactly been the most welcoming.

Perks of the job, he guessed.

He'd been hired by some monks, supposedly descendants of the Monks who had lived here. Their ancestors hadn't been present at the time, off to try and gather more followers, and had returned to ruin. Hearing of what had happened to their brethren in the town, they fled the area, and settled close to Osaka. They wanted the monkey statue returned so they could remove the curse, and promised to have it on display so that everyone knew the tale of their ancestors, in hopes it would not be repeated.

▌│█║▌║▌║ вяєαк (σн) тнιѕ (σн) ¢υяѕє (σн) ║▌║▌║█│▌

The monks didn't have much money to give, hence why they had asked him instead of someone more famous. The money he had been given was barely enough to cover airfare, but thankfully he had been saving up for just this occasion. As long as the relic was going to be on display, he didn't care about the money. Though if the relic was even real was another thing, though apparently many had searched before.

The temple and a cave were all that he had to go on.

Hattori sighed and rubbed at his face be making his way towards the temple, being careful - the place was overgrown, and who knew what was hidden in the underbrush. He stepped inside the ruined doorway and blinked, as he spotted another already here. "Ah, hello." He waved his hand and smiled. "Wha' brin's ya all tha way ou' here?" Though the same could be said for him.

[littledetective]

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For as long as he would know her, Conan would    never understand why his mother insisted on    dragging him to the states. She loved her    quality mother-son time, but this was really    unnecessary.

Unwilling to remain amongst the throng of    cheek-pinchers and squealing women, the boy    had ducked out of the theater through a back    door and hurried onto the streets. His mother    was bound to be furious at him for leaving    without a word, but he couldn't stand another    moment in there.

Head low and hands in his pockets, he subtly    watched as one foreigner after another passed.    It was strange, even for him, to notice the    cultural differences -- strange, but interesting.    Just as he was about to reach the corner of a    busy street, someone whisked by at an    impressive speed. Stumbling and avoiding being    crashed into, Conan followed the stranger with    his eyes.

“Wonder where they're going in a hurry..." He stood    there quietly for a moment, eyes still focusing    on the retreating back. Maybe he should follow.

Yeah, that sounded way more fun than what he    had planned.