Oyster

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Kid pushed his glasses up, and if they weren't as fake as Conan's own he'd walk up to Gin the next time he saw him and ask the psycho to be his bestest best friend. Of course, he wasn't sure what would be worse: Gin shooting him in the face, or Ayumi's upset (and Genta and Mitsuhiko's anger) when he told them he had a new best friend and they were no longer strictly necessary.

Scratch that, Ai would kill him for approaching a Black Ops member, upsetting the kids, not acting like a kid (the little hypocrite), and any number of infractions she could dream up. Haibara was evil.

That, however, was a mental tangent for another day. Kid was giving him that tilted grin of his that boded nothing pleasant, but for some reason, this time, it just made Conan's own grin widen unaccountably.

"Are we going to play that game now?" Kid cooed quietly, so as to not be over heard.

Conan hummed, then shrugged. "That's up to you, I guess."

Kid laughed, sitting back in his chair and resting his elbow on the smooth wooden arm. He rested his cheek against his knuckles and lazily watched Conan from behind half lidded eyes. Conan thought he looked like a oversized cat: All elegant lassitude, with a hint of claws, but more purring 'adore me' than danger.

"Well played, Tantei-kun, well played." Drawing his hands forward again Kid clapped softly. "I applaud your performance, truly."

Conan bowed his head slightly, fighting the urge to snicker. "From you, that truly is the highest praise. I'm flattered."

Kid visibly preened before regarding him like a rare and interesting pearl he'd just found in a sand encrusted oyster. Conan regarded him right back. Though, even he could admit it made something smug and cheerful settle in his chest to know he was holding the damnable thief's attention so intently.