Mikau: Hey guys! Just a short, fun chapter today, but, before we get going, I want to thank Bunnyz-chan, Wieselchen, and patternleap for reviewing last chapter! I hope you guys like this one as well!
Disclaimer: If I were a middle-aged, Japanese, male mangaka, I too would, from time to time write chapters that took place in other parts of Japan so that my company would pay for me to go sightseeing…in the name of research for the chapter, of course.
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The Cup on the Desk
It was late, and he was still doing blasted Kid heist paperwork down at the station. As if it wasn't enough that the stupid thief had dyed his hair bloody turquoise, covered him in glitter and those annoyingly hard to get out of your (insert clothing article here) confetti pieces, and then publically humiliated him in front of the entire nation of Japan, now Hakuba Saguru had to do paperwork, recounting his horrendous evening in nauseating detail and in triplicate!
He must have dozed off somewhere around three twenty-six, for it was four o'clock when he awoke again, and his internal clock told him that precisely thirty-four minutes and twenty point three seconds had passed.
Strange, he thought to himself as he wiped the little line of drool from the corner of his mouth to the side of his left cheek. He had been covered with a shock blanket, and a small pillow had been placed under his head. In addition, there in front of him sat a fresh mug of coffee prepared with what tasted like just the right balance of creamer and sugar. And it was still warm.
As Saguru lifted the mug to his lips, a familiar-looking calling card that had been sitting underneath the cup came into view.
Saguru snorted.
It was just like Kid to sneak into the police station in order simply to bully him with kindness.
The card urged him to persevere and assured him that his arch nemesis had faith in him.