The Seduction of Kid - 46. Knight
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kooriiFandom: Detective Conan/Magic Kaito
Pairing: Eventual ConanKid
Rating: K
Warnings: None
Genre: Humor
Words: 398
Sure enough, Conan rounded a corner and almost ran right into the thief's legs. He appeared to be leaning up against the wall of the building they'd just left, busily text messaging someone on his phone. Conan noted that the charm on it looked custom made and was, apparently, a replica of the same charm that normally dangled from Kid's monocle.
“You have no common sense, do you?” he asked drily.
The thief grinned, though he didn't stop whatever he was doing until he'd sent the message. “Not as such, no, but that's what makes me fun!”
Conan chose to stay silent since he couldn't exactly dispute Kid's words. Apparently sensing no imminent retort, Kid waved for him to walk with him. Not before, or behind, but beside. Maybe Kid did possess some sort of sense after all. Conan acquiesced.
Kid meandered down a few blocks to a small, but cozy, looking diner, the sign outside displayed black and white chess pawns, the Knight for both sides. This probably amused Conan more than it should have.
The thief lead the way in, and neither of them spoke until they were ensconced at a small table with a couple of menus.
“You're being rather laid back,” Kid observed quietly. The thief was watching him over the top of his menu with those lazy eyes again.
Conan shrugged absently. Oooh, they had lemon pie? Mmmm...
“Why not? I know the rules.”
Kid gave him an amused look, but at that point the waitress returned to take their orders. Silence fell again until she returned: Lemon pie for Conan and some sort of chocolate cream pie for Kid. Once they were alone again Kid tipped his head questioningly at him.
Heaving a sigh, Conan said indifferently, “The silent rules of engagement you seem to have going with your task force. The whole thing's like some insane game.”
The thief grinned. “So observant!”
Conan scoffed, but found he was pleased all the same, which was silly. He wasn't the little six year old he looked like, after all! “It's not hard to figure out. Not many of them seem bothered with chasing you outside of the heists.”
“They don't have any leads?”
The look Conan gave the thief made him laugh, and hold his hands up in surrender. That round went to the detective.
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Pairing: Eventual ConanKid
Rating: K
Warnings: None
Genre: Humor
Words: 398
Sure enough, Conan rounded a corner and almost ran right into the thief's legs. He appeared to be leaning up against the wall of the building they'd just left, busily text messaging someone on his phone. Conan noted that the charm on it looked custom made and was, apparently, a replica of the same charm that normally dangled from Kid's monocle.
“You have no common sense, do you?” he asked drily.
The thief grinned, though he didn't stop whatever he was doing until he'd sent the message. “Not as such, no, but that's what makes me fun!”
Conan chose to stay silent since he couldn't exactly dispute Kid's words. Apparently sensing no imminent retort, Kid waved for him to walk with him. Not before, or behind, but beside. Maybe Kid did possess some sort of sense after all. Conan acquiesced.
Kid meandered down a few blocks to a small, but cozy, looking diner, the sign outside displayed black and white chess pawns, the Knight for both sides. This probably amused Conan more than it should have.
The thief lead the way in, and neither of them spoke until they were ensconced at a small table with a couple of menus.
“You're being rather laid back,” Kid observed quietly. The thief was watching him over the top of his menu with those lazy eyes again.
Conan shrugged absently. Oooh, they had lemon pie? Mmmm...
“Why not? I know the rules.”
Kid gave him an amused look, but at that point the waitress returned to take their orders. Silence fell again until she returned: Lemon pie for Conan and some sort of chocolate cream pie for Kid. Once they were alone again Kid tipped his head questioningly at him.
Heaving a sigh, Conan said indifferently, “The silent rules of engagement you seem to have going with your task force. The whole thing's like some insane game.”
The thief grinned. “So observant!”
Conan scoffed, but found he was pleased all the same, which was silly. He wasn't the little six year old he looked like, after all! “It's not hard to figure out. Not many of them seem bothered with chasing you outside of the heists.”
“They don't have any leads?”
The look Conan gave the thief made him laugh, and hold his hands up in surrender. That round went to the detective.
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