The Seduction of Kid - 47. Umbrella
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kooriiFandom: Detective Conan/Magic Kaito
Pairing: Eventual ConanKid
Rating: K
Warnings: None
Genre: Humor
Words: 254
“Why are you here?” Conan asked. He couldn't help but wonder why, really. What was the point in Kid being here, after all? There was nothing to gain as far as he could tell. “Are you stalking me?” He flushed, then, because the words had fallen out of his mouth without his permission. Clearly he was spending too much time around Hattori if he was beginning to pick up the idiots foot-in-mouth problem.
Note to self: Stay away from Hattori for the foreseeable future.
Kid set aside his fork and smirked in a way that gave Conan a sense of impending, glittery, doom for a few seconds. “Mostly? I was hoping you were going to pay for that little comment. You're such a brat, Tantei-kun.”
Conan valiantly fought down the urge to stick his tongue out at the thief.
“Other than that? Pure curiosity, really.”
Unamused, Conan drily asked, “Are you satisfied on both counts?”
Kid eased up enough to lean across the table, arm extending and brushing passed the side of Conan's head. He felt himself flush at the feel of the thief's sleeve against his ear. Annoyance followed several seconds later, and he swatted at the intrusive appendage.
The thief drew his hand back, showing a small device for a second before he palmed it, twisted his wrist, and made a little cocktail umbrella appear in his hand instead. Almost absently Kid stuck the umbrella in Conan's pie. Conan scowled at it.
“On one count, yes.”
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Pairing: Eventual ConanKid
Rating: K
Warnings: None
Genre: Humor
Words: 254
“Why are you here?” Conan asked. He couldn't help but wonder why, really. What was the point in Kid being here, after all? There was nothing to gain as far as he could tell. “Are you stalking me?” He flushed, then, because the words had fallen out of his mouth without his permission. Clearly he was spending too much time around Hattori if he was beginning to pick up the idiots foot-in-mouth problem.
Note to self: Stay away from Hattori for the foreseeable future.
Kid set aside his fork and smirked in a way that gave Conan a sense of impending, glittery, doom for a few seconds. “Mostly? I was hoping you were going to pay for that little comment. You're such a brat, Tantei-kun.”
Conan valiantly fought down the urge to stick his tongue out at the thief.
“Other than that? Pure curiosity, really.”
Unamused, Conan drily asked, “Are you satisfied on both counts?”
Kid eased up enough to lean across the table, arm extending and brushing passed the side of Conan's head. He felt himself flush at the feel of the thief's sleeve against his ear. Annoyance followed several seconds later, and he swatted at the intrusive appendage.
The thief drew his hand back, showing a small device for a second before he palmed it, twisted his wrist, and made a little cocktail umbrella appear in his hand instead. Almost absently Kid stuck the umbrella in Conan's pie. Conan scowled at it.
“On one count, yes.”
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