{ no day-off }

A Furuya Rei RP & ask blog. Independent. Askbox open. "My name is Amuro Tooru. 29. Poirot Cafe waiter and Detective Mouri's apprentice. Naturally, I am also a detective, of course. Do you need some help to solve a case?"

[lumutness]

higanbana - death

[lumutness]

Imagine them growing up together.

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Would you harm a child in relation to your job(s)?

His smile tightened, "harming a child is counterproductive for my jobs, either as a waiter or as a private detective," he didn't say anything about his other jobs that might require dirtying his hands.He looked down before opening his mouth again, "...yes." The honest answer only came out as inaudible whisper. He already nearly did that with Conan, didn't he?His back straightened when he looked at you in the eyes."No."What a liar.

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Do you think anyone will beat you at making sandwiches?

He blinked, then promptly bursted into laughter.

“Yes, of course,” amusement was dancing at his eyes, “I’m confident with my recipes, but there are better cooks out there, don't you think so?”

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Do you like Conan? What about his little detective group?

“Yes to both questions, I suppose.”

Children weren’t anywhere near the area of his expertise, though it was easier to be nice to them when they like him back. Conan does annoyed him as often as he amused him, to be honest.

He liked to think that their relationship is getting better.

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Do you like working at Cafe Poirot?

"Yes," he nooded cheerfully.

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Let’s play “yes” or “no.” You ask me questions on anonymous or not, and I can only answer YES or NO.

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silverbulletofthefbi

“Well, I suppose you did consider the road near the Kudo residence a nice place to park for a nap. You have irregular hours, because of your work, correct?” He resisted throwing out some kind of barb about bags under one’s eyes, in reference to his stint in disguise.

He took a drink of his coffee. He wasn’t concerned about poison- it was sealed when he’d opened it, and Rei wouldn’t do that besides. He wanted to dig at information, to find the truth at the heart of the matter. Killing Akai in such a petty way, without getting his answers.

No, not likely.

“If we’re going to talk about what it is you wish to talk about, I would suggest coming over, instead of us loitering around a theater. They generally dislike patrons who linger too long without paying for something.”

“Ah,”

Did he explicitly say that he was the one who wanted to talk? Rei didn’t remember. (His--their body languages probably said it all, with Akai patiently waiting and Furuya impatiently fuming. It was a long overdue talk, for both of them.)

He twitched uneasily.

The subtle jab at his stalking habit didn’t go unnoticed. Thanks to his own flashy car, of course, and Okiya Subaru’s habit of spying on neighbors. Neither of them were trying that hard to be inconspicuous in their subterfuge tactics, were they?

Speaking of his car... 

“You want me to come over?” Rei willed himself to keep the incredulousness away from his voice. The amount of confidence (trust?) this guy had in him, for fuck’s sake. Inviting Furuya into his lair was pretty damn forward. 

They still walked side by side, slowly straying away from the theater in every steps. Okiya and Amuro, not Akai and Furuya. He had to remember that now. The hand in his pocket palmed tightly into the key for his Mazda-RX, both contemplating, also considering. That place is the safest one he could think of, but...

“Did you bring any car here?”

...let’s see if his companion had better alternatives. Leaving his car in the parking lot for a night wasn’t all that bad. Rei would take his chances.

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tell me your honest opinion of my portrayal

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flowerfated:

penguin-memes:

╳ ▐ ⋮ Please be honest. It’s good to get feedback, feel free to tell me what I can improve on as well!

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[ terribly sorry for those who are still waiting for my replies. I kinda need to deal with a bit of writer's block and (small) personal matters. I hope I can come back here soon and continues our threads, if you're still willing. >__< ]

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"Love is zero. Zero is me. So, will you share your love to me, please?" A million watt smile was beamed, imaginary glitters were sparkled. Amuro's smile widened into a notch, looking as sincere as a truth.

Well, being friendly is a waiter's job, right?

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@ask-chianti

It was unusual for That person to partner him and Chianti together. In all honesty, Chianti wasn't even one of his favorite agent, like, at all. But then again, who would he even call his favorite person in this shithole of Organization? Well, probably Vermouth, but—no, that woman was a bane of his existence half of the time.

Bourbon huffed.

What happened with Korn?

It's been ages since he was paired with a sniper in an assassination mission. Being the one who collect most of the information, naturally he would be the one who was picked as the team leader.

He smirked in triumph, "I guess you had to follow my lead this time. It was Anokata's order, after all,"

Chianti must be seething.

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Emergency!

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hannawolfcross:

hannawolfcross:

hannawolfcross:

Hey everyone,

My name is Hanna and I’m 33 years old. I’ve been out of work for four years due to illness and also I was taking care of my dying mother. I just got a job and start next month, however…

I caught my husband of ten years cheating on me and telling his mistress that he wishes he could snap his fingers and end our marriage. I need emergency finances so I can have essentials like food while I wait for my first paycheck as I’m currently trying to move in with a relative for the time being.

My paypal is [email protected] and I’ll appreciate anything that could be sent my way to help me separate myself from this garbage man who lied to me.

Thank you,

    Hanna

So things have gotten a bit worse.

I caught him trying to put a lock on the bedroom door- the bedroom he’s forcing me to share with him because he is asserting this is “his house” and I have no rights.

Even worse still, he’s making it difficult for me to get things like groceries. He says I have to send him a list and when I try to insist on going to pick out my own things, he’ll become aggressive and irritable and state “I prefer you just send me a list” making it so it’s difficult for me to get out of the house at all since he won’t take me anywhere aside from the doctor and my job. Anything else he says “I refuse to be your taxi”.

I can’t guarantee rides from my family because they’re all sick, so push comes to shove, I’ll need to hire an uber or a lyft- but that requires money and currently, while I’ve gotten wonderful donations, I need to be careful because I don’t know how long it’ll be before I get a paycheck.

Please. I understand if you can’t send anything, all I ask is for signal boosts so that hopefully those who can and are willing will help me.

Thank you all so much for the donations I’ve gotten and for your support!

- Hanna

Another update-

I don’t know how much a lawyer is going to cost, but I need to get one and can’t use legal aid because of a lawsuit involving the house we live in.

Speaking of. Soon to be ex is holding it over my head that his name is the only one on the paperwork, using that to demand to know if I have someone come over and control what I can and can’t do- even where I put my clothes. My clothes are all sitting on a tote because he won’t let me put them in the dressers he said I could have when I eventually move out.

I’m sorry for posting this so much, but each day is worse and worse. He’s abusing me emotionally and economically and if I didn’t require having at least an office, my family would’ve taken me in by now and I’d sleep on the couch.

I’ve gotten a great deal of love and support, and for that I’m grateful. I just still have a long way to go before I can get out of here and now I have to add on the cost of an attorney.

Thank you and if you can’t donate, please at least reblog for me.

Thank you

- Hanna

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@sirprizethief

To say that it's unexpected didn't give justice to whatever was happening here. In one second, Rei was only loitering on his balcony to get a fresh air. The next thing he know, somebody was gatecrashed onto him in a very painful manner and—

White.

He could only see white.

"—Kaitou Kid!?"

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Headcanon:

[ Furuya Rei's mind is a noisy place. Being a longtime spy, he got a habit of cataloguing and mentally making deductions/snarky commentaries of whatever caught his attention. He often keep it for himself, though. Sometimes his deductions can be wrong, and sometimes a particular detail can also slips from his observation without he realized. People watching is one of his habits, and working at Cafe Poirot often give him a lot of amusement (aside from relevant information). It gets him to smile more often.

While posing as Amuro Tooru, his mouth compensates by becoming more chatty. Nobody really noticed that he rarely shares his personal matter to anyone he often talks to. It helps him to keep a distance from people due to his night jobs, but gives him trouble to connect with others as himself. He was relatively open to Scotch and Date, back in the day. Sadly, his connection with Date was severed when he joined NPA, and he became even more closed off after Scotch's death.

Though not as close as Scotch had been, people whom he considered close to nowadays are probably Kazami and Vermouth lol. It's a secret but people whom he acknowledged to be familiar with his train of thoughts are Akai and Conan. ]

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[ does anyone want a lighthearted starter with Amuro? Please give this post a like if you're interested. ]

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wiseandwary

Mary shrugged, but was mentally puzzling at it. Anyone worth their salt would realize that Kogoro was a dolt.

She resisted the rising urge to bolt or panic at him commenting on another person meeting her here. Obviously, someone her apparent age wouldn’t be going to a restaurant alone. And she had been set on meeting her son here. (Seemed he quite enjoyed the restaurant.)

She accepted the mask and put it on. “Thank you. Perhaps we’ll see each other again?”

“Yeah, I hope so,” Rei widened his grin proudly, “do come to Cafe Poirot next time! We have a special sandwich that’s quite popular around here.”

This afternoon had proven to be quite interesting, with the unexpected meeting with another one of Akai’s little sister. Rei took a mental note to investigate further later on, after he finished his shift at the cafe. For the next several hours, though, he would direct his inquiry at the curious case of Edogawa Conan…

He mentally nodded to himself.

With a wave of his hand, he bid Eleanor Sera a goodbye.