The Seduction of Kid - 36. Rose
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kooriiFandom: Detective Conan/Magic Kaito
Pairing: Eventual ConanKid
Rating: K
Warnings: None
Genre: Humor
Words: 599
Conan found himself sitting on a couch. It was a rather nice couch, upon reflection. Comfortable, and a bit over stuffed, but worn enough from hundreds of people sitting there that the cushions were rather soft. On second thought, that didn't make him feel all that great. In fact, it kind of made him want to get out a pair of rubber gloves and a bacterial test kit and watch the fungus glow.
Still, it wasn't the classic chaise lounge a person usually put in a psychologists office when they envisioned it. There was even an arm chair nearby.
The not-child rested his hands on his knees and scooted far enough forward that his legs were dangling. God he hated being short. Giving the floor a Go Die glare for good measure Conan looked back up. Kawatake-sensei was watching him quietly from behind her desk, and he wondered how many childhood traumas she was going to decide he had simply from his posture.
Conan would be the first to admit that psychology played into what he did a lot, but he also wasn't sure he'd call it a hard science. The human mind had way too many pitfalls to be classified as anything so easily. He particularly didn't like being on this side of things.
“So, Conan-kun, Mouri-san tells me you like to go to crime scenes with her father?”
Again with the attempts at being friendly, and again, it came off as patronizing. Maybe that was just him? He supposed if he was a normal child he might not find the tone of voice she was using to be so insulting, but as it was...
Tilting his head, Conan blinked adorably at the woman and did his best to seem like the average little kid as he could. Hopefully she'd bite the bait and let him out of here as quickly as possible. He really, really didn't know how long he could keep this act up.
Not with Kid, of all people, lurking around out there. What was that saying? A rose by any other name would smell as sweet?
Well, it was more like: An annoying thief was still an annoying thief no matter what he looked like, or where he was. Conan was starting to think Kid's very existence was simply to give him a migraine.
“Oh yes!” he chirped. “I want to be a detective when I grow up!”
A ha ha.. Which, hopefully, will be a lot sooner than you think! Conan thought, beaming at the woman who scribbled something down on her papers.
“And, do you know what detectives do, Conan-kun?”
Conan opened his mouth, about to reply with some sappy mishmash that the Shounen Tantei were likely to say; something along the lines of 'Take down bad guys!' or 'Bring justice!'
Instead, he tilted his head down, light glancing off his glasses for a moment as he strove to look thoughtful, and kicked his heels. Then, looking back up with his best 'I'm just an adorable little boy aren't I adorable and cute and cheerful' face on, he burbled, “Play with dead people! It's like hide 'n' seek 'cept you gotta find the clues, then you find the bad person! Isn't that right, Obasan?”
By the look that flitted, almost too fast, over the woman's face she obviously thought there was something wrong with him. Goodie.
It occurred to Conan, that maybe his situation had made him a wee bit bitter. Also, maybe Kid was right about needing anger management. Did psychologist baiting count as anger management?
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Pairing: Eventual ConanKid
Rating: K
Warnings: None
Genre: Humor
Words: 599
Conan found himself sitting on a couch. It was a rather nice couch, upon reflection. Comfortable, and a bit over stuffed, but worn enough from hundreds of people sitting there that the cushions were rather soft. On second thought, that didn't make him feel all that great. In fact, it kind of made him want to get out a pair of rubber gloves and a bacterial test kit and watch the fungus glow.
Still, it wasn't the classic chaise lounge a person usually put in a psychologists office when they envisioned it. There was even an arm chair nearby.
The not-child rested his hands on his knees and scooted far enough forward that his legs were dangling. God he hated being short. Giving the floor a Go Die glare for good measure Conan looked back up. Kawatake-sensei was watching him quietly from behind her desk, and he wondered how many childhood traumas she was going to decide he had simply from his posture.
Conan would be the first to admit that psychology played into what he did a lot, but he also wasn't sure he'd call it a hard science. The human mind had way too many pitfalls to be classified as anything so easily. He particularly didn't like being on this side of things.
“So, Conan-kun, Mouri-san tells me you like to go to crime scenes with her father?”
Again with the attempts at being friendly, and again, it came off as patronizing. Maybe that was just him? He supposed if he was a normal child he might not find the tone of voice she was using to be so insulting, but as it was...
Tilting his head, Conan blinked adorably at the woman and did his best to seem like the average little kid as he could. Hopefully she'd bite the bait and let him out of here as quickly as possible. He really, really didn't know how long he could keep this act up.
Not with Kid, of all people, lurking around out there. What was that saying? A rose by any other name would smell as sweet?
Well, it was more like: An annoying thief was still an annoying thief no matter what he looked like, or where he was. Conan was starting to think Kid's very existence was simply to give him a migraine.
“Oh yes!” he chirped. “I want to be a detective when I grow up!”
A ha ha.. Which, hopefully, will be a lot sooner than you think! Conan thought, beaming at the woman who scribbled something down on her papers.
“And, do you know what detectives do, Conan-kun?”
Conan opened his mouth, about to reply with some sappy mishmash that the Shounen Tantei were likely to say; something along the lines of 'Take down bad guys!' or 'Bring justice!'
Instead, he tilted his head down, light glancing off his glasses for a moment as he strove to look thoughtful, and kicked his heels. Then, looking back up with his best 'I'm just an adorable little boy aren't I adorable and cute and cheerful' face on, he burbled, “Play with dead people! It's like hide 'n' seek 'cept you gotta find the clues, then you find the bad person! Isn't that right, Obasan?”
By the look that flitted, almost too fast, over the woman's face she obviously thought there was something wrong with him. Goodie.
It occurred to Conan, that maybe his situation had made him a wee bit bitter. Also, maybe Kid was right about needing anger management. Did psychologist baiting count as anger management?
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