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Fandom: Detective Conan/Magic Kaito
Pairing: Eventual ConanKid
Rating: K
Warnings: None
Genre: Humor
Words: 177



For the fifth time in the last several minutes Kaito nearly dropped the catalogue he'd replaced the magazine of evil with as Conan's incredulous voice sounded in his ear.

(“But, it's just an ink blot, Obasan!”)

It was only as Mouri Ran set her hand lightly on his arm to draw his attention that he realized he'd been holding his breath. He was too afraid to even breathe lest he start laughing and never stop. In his opinion the poor woman was going to be the one that needed to undergo therapy before Tantei-kun was done with her!

“Psudoname-san? Are you okay?” Ran asked softly. “You're starting to turn blue.”

“Fine, fine...” Kaito answered in a slightly strained voice. His ribs were starting to hurt from keeping his cackles bottled up. Hopefully this would end soon.

(“It looks like a couple of fish.”)

This time, Kaito really did drop the magazine even as he abruptly paled and let out a surprised squeak. Ran was giving him an even more curious and worried look now.

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