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Fandom: Detective Conan/Magic Kaito
Pairing: Eventual ConanKid
Rating: K
Warnings: None
Genre: Humor
Words: 270



Setting hand to chin Conan searched for the best response. If he was lucky he would end up with a psychologist who was practically having kittens, and wouldn't want to see him again. That would be lovely.

Perking up he grinned once more, looked her in the eye and let his expression slip into that 'I know the answer' smirk, eyes going decidedly Shinichi, he chirped, “It looks like the blood spatter at that case the other day!”

He may have been mistaken, but Conan was pretty sure the woman had just made a small strangled sound. She'd definitely dropped her pen that time. It rolled to the edge of the desk and right over the side.

Hoping off the couch Conan ambled over and picked it up. Holding it out to her he said, “Here you go, Obasan! You should be more careful.” Pausing a moment he examined the writing instrument quietly then informed her, “I remember we had a case where they used a pen to murder the...”

Trailing off at her horrified look he set the pen on the edge of her desk and asked, “What's wrong, Obasan?”

“Let's just get back to the test, okay Conan-kun?”

“Sure!”

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