The Seduction of Kid - 43. Crackers
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kooriiFandom: Detective Conan/Magic Kaito
Pairing: Eventual ConanKid
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Genre: Humor
Words: 412
It had taken everything he had to convince the woman that no Kaitou Kid had not in fact touched his 'special place.' Conan rather thought that, if he hadn't before, he was quite ready to be admitted to the nearest looney bin. His mind had preceded to fall apart to a gibbering mess for awhile. He'd probably spent a good twenty minutes choking, sputtering, and trying not to swallow his own tongue.
He may or may not have blacked out for a moment as well. He couldn't really remember. Lost time and all that...
Still, in hindsight, the look on Kawatake's face when he'd gotten a hold of himself had been priceless. Of course, he was pretty sure that was do to the fact that he'd shouted 'I was lying!' at the top of his lungs. Several times. Followed by a long winded rant about why it was a lie.
Conan still wasn't sure if she believed him or not, but she'd read him a lecture on how bad lying was and that he shouldn't seek attention that way. Though, really, she was still looking more than a little disturbed whenever she looked at him. Conan had an odd feeling that, for some reason, she thought he was absolutely crackers....
As it was Conan now stood beside her as the woman talked to Ran, humming pleasantly and smiling like the bright little boy he was masquerading as.
He wasn't actually listening to them, of course. Basically Kawatake was telling Ran that he was a troubled little boy who was seeking attention from her as a big sister figure since his parents had withheld too many hugs from him. Or something like that. Conan was too busy grinning like a shark at Kid.
Kid who had gone from looking vastly amused and laughing like a mad hyena when he'd walked in, garnering several weird stares from the congregated patients, to looking mildly unnerved and a bit queasy at the sight of him.
Glancing up at the two women (Ran had started to argue back that Conan was a sweet and wonderful little boy. He made a mental note to be extra sugary for her for the next several days, just for that.) to make sure they weren't paying him any attention. They weren't. Conan ambled over to the thief.
“Isn't it strange?” he asked cheerfully. “You were here before us but you still haven't gotten to see anyone. Aren't you mad?”
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Pairing: Eventual ConanKid
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Genre: Humor
Words: 412
It had taken everything he had to convince the woman that no Kaitou Kid had not in fact touched his 'special place.' Conan rather thought that, if he hadn't before, he was quite ready to be admitted to the nearest looney bin. His mind had preceded to fall apart to a gibbering mess for awhile. He'd probably spent a good twenty minutes choking, sputtering, and trying not to swallow his own tongue.
He may or may not have blacked out for a moment as well. He couldn't really remember. Lost time and all that...
Still, in hindsight, the look on Kawatake's face when he'd gotten a hold of himself had been priceless. Of course, he was pretty sure that was do to the fact that he'd shouted 'I was lying!' at the top of his lungs. Several times. Followed by a long winded rant about why it was a lie.
Conan still wasn't sure if she believed him or not, but she'd read him a lecture on how bad lying was and that he shouldn't seek attention that way. Though, really, she was still looking more than a little disturbed whenever she looked at him. Conan had an odd feeling that, for some reason, she thought he was absolutely crackers....
As it was Conan now stood beside her as the woman talked to Ran, humming pleasantly and smiling like the bright little boy he was masquerading as.
He wasn't actually listening to them, of course. Basically Kawatake was telling Ran that he was a troubled little boy who was seeking attention from her as a big sister figure since his parents had withheld too many hugs from him. Or something like that. Conan was too busy grinning like a shark at Kid.
Kid who had gone from looking vastly amused and laughing like a mad hyena when he'd walked in, garnering several weird stares from the congregated patients, to looking mildly unnerved and a bit queasy at the sight of him.
Glancing up at the two women (Ran had started to argue back that Conan was a sweet and wonderful little boy. He made a mental note to be extra sugary for her for the next several days, just for that.) to make sure they weren't paying him any attention. They weren't. Conan ambled over to the thief.
“Isn't it strange?” he asked cheerfully. “You were here before us but you still haven't gotten to see anyone. Aren't you mad?”
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