The Seduction of Kid - 7. Frustration
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kooriiFandom: Detective Conan/Magic Kaito
Pairing: None (Eventual KaiShin/Con)
Rating: K
Warnings: None
Genre: Humor
Words: 242
Conan stared at Ai. Ai stared right back at him with that flat, deadpan look. Conan wondered if he was this annoying when he got that look on his face. She wasn't even blinking. It was actually kind of creepy. Conan twitched.
Ai stared some more.
Conan twitched again.
Something popped, fizzled, then exploded in the background sending a cloud of noxious smelling smoke drifting out one of the doors.
Ai sighed imperceptibly and asked, “Are we done here?”
“Oh, come on!” Conan griped. “Please?”
“No,” Ai said flatly, much to Conan's frustration. “I'm not dressing up as you just so you can go chase a silly thief.”
Conan was left staring after her back as Ai went to see how bad the mess was from the professor's latest experiment. In retrospect, Conan decided, it probably wasn't a good idea to try and blackmail Ai by suggesting he'd start singing those annoying kid songs to her. She seemed resistant to most weaseling, damn her.
Well, it looked like he'd just have to go for his back up plan.
As Conan walked out the door to head back to the agency (And, to escape the rotten egg smell now pervading Agasa's house.) he pulled out his cellphone, and dialed up a familiar number, “Oi, Hattori.”
He paused as the usual jovial response came over the line, then grudgingly Conan said, “I need your help with something.”
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Pairing: None (Eventual KaiShin/Con)
Rating: K
Warnings: None
Genre: Humor
Words: 242
Conan stared at Ai. Ai stared right back at him with that flat, deadpan look. Conan wondered if he was this annoying when he got that look on his face. She wasn't even blinking. It was actually kind of creepy. Conan twitched.
Ai stared some more.
Conan twitched again.
Something popped, fizzled, then exploded in the background sending a cloud of noxious smelling smoke drifting out one of the doors.
Ai sighed imperceptibly and asked, “Are we done here?”
“Oh, come on!” Conan griped. “Please?”
“No,” Ai said flatly, much to Conan's frustration. “I'm not dressing up as you just so you can go chase a silly thief.”
Conan was left staring after her back as Ai went to see how bad the mess was from the professor's latest experiment. In retrospect, Conan decided, it probably wasn't a good idea to try and blackmail Ai by suggesting he'd start singing those annoying kid songs to her. She seemed resistant to most weaseling, damn her.
Well, it looked like he'd just have to go for his back up plan.
As Conan walked out the door to head back to the agency (And, to escape the rotten egg smell now pervading Agasa's house.) he pulled out his cellphone, and dialed up a familiar number, “Oi, Hattori.”
He paused as the usual jovial response came over the line, then grudgingly Conan said, “I need your help with something.”
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