12/13/11
Word: swivet- a state of extreme agitation
"Shinichiiii!" A wail swept through the house. Said individual grimaced and was almost blown over from the outburst.
"What is it this time, Kaito? I REALLY hope this isn't about fish."
"No, but….but…I FEEL SICK!"
"Really, Kaito. Really? Do you have to be in such a swivet over something so small? Just go to bed or something," Shinichi leaned over and placed a chaste kiss against Kaito's forehead. "Doesn't seem like you have a fever. Why don't we see if we can get you upstairs? I'm sure the mansion has a few dozen guest rooms empty."
Kaito could only nod, his face as red as…something really red. But as he gazed endearingly up at the detective playing nursemaid for him, he couldn't help a smirk at the thought of this happening every time he threw himself into a swivet.