One o'clock in the morning. Heiji was hungry.
He flopped onto his stomach, pressed his face into his pillow, then cursed and rolled onto the floor with a muffled thud. He deserved a midnight snack. Hadn't he cracked one of the Kaitou Kid's riddle notes just that afternoon? Besides Kudou and that British what's-his-name, how many other people could boast that?
…But he hadn't been allowed to pursue Kid in person that night, Heiji thought with a huff, scowling sleepily as he stumbled down the stairs to the kitchen. School night my ass, Dad!
That hadn't gone over too well with the folks.
Heiji stomped angrily at the stairs with his socked feet, slipped, and fell the last few steps into the kitchen on his rear.
"Daaaaam—"
The kitchen was not empty.
Someone had his head in the Hattori freezer, someone with a white cape and a tuxedo poignantly reminiscent of the costume that had dominated the afternoon news.
A white top hat poked out over the freezer door, and then a very familiar boy's face sporting a monocle looked up, a container of chocolate ice cream in one gloved hand and a spoon in his mouth.
Heiji stared.
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