Fresh from that wonderful RP, Adstringendum

[callim-causa.livejournal.com]

This particular flavour of Hakuba Saguru looks a bit worse for wear as he stumbles through a door in the hall. A door in the hall which leads only to another hallway. He's surprised, yes, but not extremely so, and after he checks and confirms he can't get back out the way he came in, he sags to the ground against the wall.

He's dirty, like he's been living somewhere without running water, his once pristine tweed suit is ripped and frayed, and there's snow melting on his shoulders. He's also very thin, almost unhealthy so, and exhaustion is written on every line of him, in the circles under his eyes, in the sunken hollows of his cheeks, in the way he breathes, in the slump of his shoulders.

Whatever life he's been living, it hasn't been kind to him.

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[are-too-holmes.livejournal.com]

For his part, Conan let Hakuba eat. You could fake appearance, fake knowledge of Hakuba's cases, but the thin-ness, the single-mindedness with which he applied himself to his plate--

How would you even begin faking that? And why?

He really didn't like the conclusions he was drawing -- he was intending to debunk the alternates theory, not subscribe to it.