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The Seduction of Kid - 78. Spandex
Fandom: Detective Conan/Magic Kaito
Pairing: Onesided ConanKid
Rating: K
Warnings: None
Genre: Humor
Words: 256
Once Vermouth had taken her leave, with warning that she would be back soon to check on the status of their plans, Conan had retreated upstairs to give Ai time to collect herself, and to set things rolling. Flopping onto the couch Conan pulled his cellphone out, flipped it open, and rang up his parents without a care for the time differences. His mother was generally cheery anytime.
“Shin-chan!” Yukiko warbled. “What do you need?”
“What makes you think I need anything?” he asked drily. Honestly, he'd rather watch Gin dance around in spandex than deal with his parents.
His mother tsk'd at him over the line. “You only ever call when you need our help. Sometimes not even then.”
Rolling his eyes Conan sighed, “Ai's got the cure ready. In case it works...”
“You need Fumiyo to come and collect her son.”
As always, his mother seemed to pick up on things so damn well. Why did he have to be surrounded by evil, perceptive women?
“When do we need to be there?”
Pondering that Conan flipped on the TV, surfing through the channels. They had a gap of time until the window of opportunity opened up, after all. So, really, they didn't need to rush too much. Something caught his attention on a news channel.
Silently watching the information the police had released on an upcoming Kid heist in the Beika area, Conan gave his mother the date for the day after the heist was to happen.
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Pairing: Onesided ConanKid
Rating: K
Warnings: None
Genre: Humor
Words: 256
Once Vermouth had taken her leave, with warning that she would be back soon to check on the status of their plans, Conan had retreated upstairs to give Ai time to collect herself, and to set things rolling. Flopping onto the couch Conan pulled his cellphone out, flipped it open, and rang up his parents without a care for the time differences. His mother was generally cheery anytime.
“Shin-chan!” Yukiko warbled. “What do you need?”
“What makes you think I need anything?” he asked drily. Honestly, he'd rather watch Gin dance around in spandex than deal with his parents.
His mother tsk'd at him over the line. “You only ever call when you need our help. Sometimes not even then.”
Rolling his eyes Conan sighed, “Ai's got the cure ready. In case it works...”
“You need Fumiyo to come and collect her son.”
As always, his mother seemed to pick up on things so damn well. Why did he have to be surrounded by evil, perceptive women?
“When do we need to be there?”
Pondering that Conan flipped on the TV, surfing through the channels. They had a gap of time until the window of opportunity opened up, after all. So, really, they didn't need to rush too much. Something caught his attention on a news channel.
Silently watching the information the police had released on an upcoming Kid heist in the Beika area, Conan gave his mother the date for the day after the heist was to happen.
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The FBI do make a small appearance though, but its more passing mention and a bit more. The story mostly just focuses on Shinichi after all. And, really, there's only so much I can cram into a drabble, let alone 100 of them.