i need to be in london

The Kenzaki Theory

How the hell is Kenzaki in ever Tres Spades hotel whenever he is needed? 

Totally not inspired by Avatar The Last Airbender.

Joo Dee = Kenzaki

Just a little funny thing I’ve had stuck in my head for a while. 


Sitting in the penthouse lounge in London, the auction managers, minus Eisuke, all seemed to have the same thought at the same time. They watched as Kenzaki bowed to Eisuke before leaving and all frowned.

“I just had a thought.” Baba began once Kenzaki left, “How is it, that Kenzaki is in every Tres Spades?”

“I thought I was the only one!” Ota breathed a sigh of relief after hearing he wasn’t the only one confused about Kenzaki.

“Do you like, transfer him to whatever hotel you’re at? Because even if you’re in Japan for a week, Kenzaki is there, and he’s here when you come back.” Baba continued. Eisuke’s face didn’t change as he sipped his coffee.

“He’s almost as confusing as the Mad Hatter.” Mamoru added.

“What if he is the Mad Hatter?” Ota suggested.

“He’s not the Mad Hatter.” Eisuke finally said something as he finished his coffee. Realizing he was going to need another cup if he was going to sit here and listen to this nonsense he called Melody up.

“It’s almost like there are multiple Kenzaki’s.” Mamoru said, sounding uninterested.  

“Exactly!” Although they were all thinking it before Baba said it, Baba was the most enthusiastic about this topic that had been bothering him.

“There isn’t multiple Kenzaki’s.” Eisuke huffed, starting to get irritated.

“Well then explain how he is everywhere.” Baba demanded.

“And how you get such loyal employees.” Soryu added when Melody entered.

“Coffee?’ Melody asked, glaring at Eisuke when he offered her his empty cup, "I was just here.”

“That was nearly an hour ago.” Eisuke said as she snatched up the cup.

“All this sugar will rot your brain.” She mumbled as she went to make a new cup of coffee.

“You’re getting off topic.” Ota interjected before Eisuke could snap back at her.

“I don’t have to explain Kenzaki to you. He is just a loyal employee, like Melody.” Eisuke said simply.

“Yeah but you don’t sleep with Kenzaki.” Ota said grinning. Eisuke and Melody both glared at Ota. “But if it is that you transfer him wherever you go, he mustn’t have a life.”

“What if he is a robot? That would explain everything!” Baba said.

“Mr. Kenzaki is not a robot.” It was Melody this time who shot down Baba’s idea as she handed Eisuke his coffee, “Why are you even arguing this?”

“Because for all we know Eisuke has a secret underground training facility where he trains clones of Kenzaki to work in each hotel and take over any Kenzaki’s who might not meet his needs.” Soryu said flatly, not meeting anyone’s eyes as everyone’s gaze shot to him.

Baba and Ota burst out laughing, and even Mamoru chuckled a bit, “That’s ridiculous Sor.” Baba managed to say through his laughs. He stopped however when he looked up and saw Eisuke. His arms were folded and he was grinning at Soryu.

Soryu met his gaze and grinned back, “You can’t hide anything from me Eisuke.” He said making Eisuke laugh shortly.

“Wait! So Soryu was right!?” Ota and Baba exclaimed, shocked.

“Now I never said that.” Eisuke said sipping his coffee.

Bonus

Eisuke hated coming here. It was always so damn hot, even with air conditioners running. But, sometimes he just had to so he could check on the progress.

“What’s the verdict?” Eisuke asked looking over at Kenzaki beside him.

“Fourteen failures, six successful and ready when needed.” Kenzaki said making Eisuke nod.

“Good. Could be better but at least I have some.” Eisuke looked back over the railing to the rows of lined up men below, all bearing the same face and voice as the Kenzaki beside him. Nodding approvingly at his small army of Kenzaki’s, he looked back at the one beside him, “So do you think we could make another Soryu?”

Originally posted by willfosho

anonymous asked:

I feel like a very defeated and tired Jon Snow repeating "stunts are coming"

lol


Anonymous said to shadyshit91:My guess (if she’s in the U.K.): him papped solo at the airport. Fans spot them and probably some pics Chicago style. Them being papped together (LFW?) and fly together for LA return when we’ll have pap pics. Also, after this she’ll come back on social medias as well. Just watch

Anonymous said to shadyshit91:there are also a few fashion shows in london before brits, so knowing 1dhq, i’m preparing my ass for front row photos

Anonymous said to shadyshit91:Okay but now he is really making such a big thing about being in London, and reveling some places he might go to. Why? Are you going to take your breakfast with E and you need to make sure people (*cough* stalker *cough*) are gonna be here? Why don’t you try the pap arrival at the departure escalator? Anties would buy it anyway, don’t try so hard

watchyourattitude said to shadyshit91:This might be naive but I’m hoping for something among the lines of “Louis Tomlinson seeks comfort with ex Eleanor Calder after finding out his son isn’t his” and then a break up in a few weeks/months when he’s over the “hurt” and realises she’s not the one. If they’re gonna do this, do it like this.

I’m literally just 🤷‍♀️

Let’s see. Something is coming for sure 

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I Will Roam if you Say Roam - Chapter 1 - Lavellington - Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency (TV 2016) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

“My old landlord wrote to me yesterday, and apparently I need to go and pick up my things or he’ll throw them in a skip.”

“A what?” Todd asks, sitting down heavily on the sofa.

*

Dirk and Todd go to London.

(Disclaimer: There is no actual London in this chapter, they only get as far as the plane)

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.