Oh, yes, Detective – well," the Cou

Oh, yes, Detective – well," the Count tapped his chin with a forefinger, contemplating, "really, I must say I enjoy both. Thank you again, kind sir, for thinking of me. You are a consummate gentleman."

"N-not a problem, D," Leon stammered, completely red-faced and totally embarrassed. He rustled the newspaper, ducking back behind it. "G-gotta do something with my day off, right?" he went on, trying to play the whole thing down. Guys didn't get excited when other guys went places with them—even if the other guys were really happy about it. Right! "Might as well include you in, yeah?"

"Still…my sincere thanks, Leon. It is most kind of you to 'include me in'" D smiled sweetly. "If you'll give me just a moment to prepare?"

"Yeah! Sure! Whatever—take all the time you need!" Leon barked, and hurriedly cast the paper aside, scrabbling for his sneakers under the couch, so he could put them on again. Plus, staring at his shoes made it harder for the Count to see just how flushed and sweaty he was—he hoped, sincerely.

"Thank you again, Leon," D said softly. Leon harrumphed and dropped his one sneaker, accidently knocking it under the couch. He scrambled after it, hunched over defensively, and felt a moment's unhappy empathy with Chief, of the steaming ears.

The Count had already turned away, for this time it was his face that flamed. He sighed at the flutter in his chest as he pushed through the swinging doors that led to his kitchen and threw a shy smile over his shoulder at the red-faced and panting detective as they rocked shut. He grinned all the more merrily when he caught a quick glimpse of the boyishly amazed expression Leon could no longer conceal.

Silly man was practically drooling on his shoelaces, his mouth was so wide-stretched.

Once in the safety of his kitchen, the Count—the unflappable Count D—actually twirled on his toes, silks swishing. And then snorted in derision at his own playfulness and increasingly odd behaviour.

Leon Orcot did affect him; that could not be denied. Which was a little worrisome, perhaps…but then again, life was not all pain and tears.

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Oh, Vâng, thám tử-tốt,"số khai thác cằm của ông với một ngón tay trỏ, suy niệm,"thực sự, tôi phải nói rằng tôi thích cả hai. Cảm ơn bạn một lần nữa, thưa ngài loại, cho suy nghĩ của tôi. Bạn là một gentleman consummate.""N-không phải một vấn đề, D," Leon stammered, hoàn toàn đỏ và hoàn toàn xấu hổ. Ông rustled báo, ducking trở lại đằng sau nó. "G-phải làm một cái gì đó với ngày của tôi ra, ngay?" ông đã đi vào, cố gắng để chơi toàn bộ điều xuống. Kẻ đã không nhận được vui mừng khi kẻ khác đã đi nơi với họ-ngay cả khi những kẻ khác đã thực sự hài lòng về nó. Phải! "Có thể cũng bao gồm bạn, có?""Vẫn còn... của tôi chân thành cảm ơn, Leon. Nó là hầu hết các loại của bạn để 'bao gồm tôi trong' "D cười ngọt ngào. "Nếu bạn sẽ cung cấp cho tôi chỉ là một chút thời gian để chuẩn bị?""có! Chắc chắn! Bất cứ điều gì — dành tất cả thời gian bạn cần! " Leon barked, và nhanh chóng bỏ sang một bên, giấy scrabbling cho sneakers của mình dưới chiếc ghế dài, do đó, ông có thể đặt chúng một lần nữa. Thêm vào đó, nhìn vào giày của ông đã làm cho nó khó khăn hơn cho số để xem như thế nào đỏ ửng và ông sweaty — ông hy vọng, chân thành."Cảm ơn bạn một lần nữa, Leon," D nói nhẹ nhàng. Leon harrumphed và giảm xuống của mình một sneaker, vô tình gõ nó dưới ghế. Ông tranh giành sau khi nó, hunched qua phòng thủ, và cảm thấy một chút thời gian không hài lòng đồng cảm với trưởng, tai hoạt động.The Count had already turned away, for this time it was his face that flamed. He sighed at the flutter in his chest as he pushed through the swinging doors that led to his kitchen and threw a shy smile over his shoulder at the red-faced and panting detective as they rocked shut. He grinned all the more merrily when he caught a quick glimpse of the boyishly amazed expression Leon could no longer conceal.Silly man was practically drooling on his shoelaces, his mouth was so wide-stretched.Once in the safety of his kitchen, the Count—the unflappable Count D—actually twirled on his toes, silks swishing. And then snorted in derision at his own playfulness and increasingly odd behaviour.Leon Orcot did affect him; that could not be denied. Which was a little worrisome, perhaps…but then again, life was not all pain and tears.