The Seduction of Kid - 34. Head
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kooriiFandom: Detective Conan/Magic Kaito
Pairing: Eventual ConanKid
Rating: K
Warnings: None
Genre: Humor
Words: 444
Conan sat on a chair in the waiting room, and wished said chair was a bit more comfortable. It was a nice waiting room, as such things went, he supposed. No particularly gaudy patterns, or obnoxious colors, at least.
Ran had managed to get him here despite sputtered protests, and every other thing he could think to try. No matter how childish he'd acted, no matter the mature arguments he'd made... She just wouldn't listen. He hated to admit it, but he was pouting.
The girl in question sat beside him, looking determined, flipping through some fashion magazine.
Sighing heavily, and loud enough that his aggravation would translate thoroughly, Conan dropped his chin in his hand. Idly, he continued to people watch out of sheer boredom.
A rather gloomy looking teenager occupied one corner, listening to the music blaring in tinny waves from his headphones, and a pair of children around his, current, post-apotoxin age were playing with the little toys set up specifically to keep youngsters entertained. Their guardian (Mother? A babysitter? An aunt?) sat in a nearby chair, looking stiff and uncomfortable with being there.
Conan wished he were as easily entertained as those kids but, really, all he was thinking about was how he did not want to be sitting here, waiting, for someone to crack his head open and pick through his brain. There were just some things people didn't need to know.
Why was Ran being so adamant about this anyway? He was fine. And, okay, maybe this was one of those nasty consequences for outrageous lies coming along, but... still.
“Mouri-san?” A friendly faced woman called. “Kawatake-sensei would like to have a word with you before she sees Edogawa-kun.”
Ran gave him a stern look as if to silently command he stay put, and Conan shrunk back into his uncomfortable chair. There was no way he was going to chance her getting ticked off! So far, as Conan, he'd been able to avoid that for the most part. He'd like to continue doing so, for the sake of his continued existence.
The teenager across the way stood up and wandered over to poke through the magazines beside Conan. The not-child sent him an annoyed look before going back to contemplating an interesting spot on the ceiling. It kind of looked like a severed head. Conan figured he should keep such observations to himself, all things considered.
As the teen left, he jostled him a bit, and Conan was about to tell him to 'watch it' then decided it wasn't worth it. The guy probably couldn't hear him over his music anyway.
Sometimes, people really annoyed him.
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Pairing: Eventual ConanKid
Rating: K
Warnings: None
Genre: Humor
Words: 444
Conan sat on a chair in the waiting room, and wished said chair was a bit more comfortable. It was a nice waiting room, as such things went, he supposed. No particularly gaudy patterns, or obnoxious colors, at least.
Ran had managed to get him here despite sputtered protests, and every other thing he could think to try. No matter how childish he'd acted, no matter the mature arguments he'd made... She just wouldn't listen. He hated to admit it, but he was pouting.
The girl in question sat beside him, looking determined, flipping through some fashion magazine.
Sighing heavily, and loud enough that his aggravation would translate thoroughly, Conan dropped his chin in his hand. Idly, he continued to people watch out of sheer boredom.
A rather gloomy looking teenager occupied one corner, listening to the music blaring in tinny waves from his headphones, and a pair of children around his, current, post-apotoxin age were playing with the little toys set up specifically to keep youngsters entertained. Their guardian (Mother? A babysitter? An aunt?) sat in a nearby chair, looking stiff and uncomfortable with being there.
Conan wished he were as easily entertained as those kids but, really, all he was thinking about was how he did not want to be sitting here, waiting, for someone to crack his head open and pick through his brain. There were just some things people didn't need to know.
Why was Ran being so adamant about this anyway? He was fine. And, okay, maybe this was one of those nasty consequences for outrageous lies coming along, but... still.
“Mouri-san?” A friendly faced woman called. “Kawatake-sensei would like to have a word with you before she sees Edogawa-kun.”
Ran gave him a stern look as if to silently command he stay put, and Conan shrunk back into his uncomfortable chair. There was no way he was going to chance her getting ticked off! So far, as Conan, he'd been able to avoid that for the most part. He'd like to continue doing so, for the sake of his continued existence.
The teenager across the way stood up and wandered over to poke through the magazines beside Conan. The not-child sent him an annoyed look before going back to contemplating an interesting spot on the ceiling. It kind of looked like a severed head. Conan figured he should keep such observations to himself, all things considered.
As the teen left, he jostled him a bit, and Conan was about to tell him to 'watch it' then decided it wasn't worth it. The guy probably couldn't hear him over his music anyway.
Sometimes, people really annoyed him.
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