"Geh. I HATE this." Kaito sniffed, looking like he had just bitten into a lemon. "My head so stuffed up it feels like it's gonna explode."

It was currently wintertime and everyone was suffering from the weather in one form or another. The magician just happened to be the more vocal of the group about it.

"Oh, shut up." Saguru grumped as Kaito pulled a handkerchief out of a pocket. He wasn't used to the changes in climate yet, and was nursing a sense of self-righteous indignation as well as a bit of a head cold. The British Detective was currently NOT happy. "Your head is not going to ex-"

:: BOOM! ::

Saguru stared in mixed shock and horror at the pile of ash that grew from the smoke cloud where Kaito had been seconds before, looking about ready to faint.

Aoko's reaction was to scan the area for her friend "Kaito?" She called nervously.

Kaito poked his head out of a near by shrub, hair smoking and standing on end, his face covered in soot, looking much like he had just fought a twister and won. He beamed at them. "So THAT'S where I put my exploding handkerchief!"

-fin-

Sorry, allergies are messing with my head.

If anyone has noticed that I appear to be posting a bit more than normal... well, you would be correct.
Currently trying to clean out some of my backlog of un-posted stories because I'm leaving for a 2-week vacation in a couple of days. After I leave, there will be no new fics from us for a while.
Sorry!