DISCLAIMER: Wazaaa, I don't own Case Closed. If I did, I would have Jimmy back to his original size and age, and he and Rachel would be doing stuff... Okey-dokey, then.
-New Shoes-
Conan Edogawa, the world's youngest and currently shortest detective, stared in complete revulsion at his feet. Or more precisely, at the horrendous pair of sneakers that Rachel had picked out.
"You can't be serious!" wailed Conan. He found himself cursing that damn potion or poison or whatever the hell he had been slipped. If they hadn't frigging forced him that stuff he would not have had to been bought shoes, or wearing some geeky little tie and huge glasses. And he would have probably have gotten Rachel pregnant by now, too. For crissake's.
"They're cute," Rachel said firmly. "And besides, they're much better than those shoes Jimmy sent you here wearing."
She moved her purchases to the TV room to show her father. Conan had to bite his lip to keep from screaming. He was nearly eighteen, for God's sake! He just looked like he was an adorably geeky seven-year-old boy.
"Conan! Come in here and show dad those shoes!" Rachel called. Conan reluctantly dragged himself to his feet. He'd have to go to the professor later and have his high-tech gear transferred onto his new shoes. Stupid shoes. He shuffled into the TV room. Damn, he thought, I've sunk low. He glanced at himself and his pathetic height of 3 '4' in a mirror as he was passing. Really low.
The TV room was practically where Richard lived. The pompous detective had wilted to a man dressed in boxer shorts and an off-white T-shirt, stained with splotches of beer, flicking cigarette butts at the TV and waiting by the phone. Chinese take-out boxes and dirty dishes littered the coffee table and floor, and an overturned ashtray had dumped his contents over the ugly upholstery of the couch.
But as soon as Conan came in, the cigarette in his mouth flew across the room and burned a small hole in the $14,000 Matisse painting hanging on the wall, before falling to the floor and singeing the carpet.
"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAAAAAAH!" Richard howled with laughter, holding onto the couch armrest to keep himself from tumbling to the floor. Conan glowered. Okay, so maybe they were the ugliest, brightest shade of neon green and highlighter yellow there ever was. And okay, so they were Velcro. And yeah, they had the light-up soles. Oh, what the hell. If the school hadn't made all the students wear brown loafers, Rachel would be totally lost in the shoe department. He fashion sense was extravagant, but her somehow her shoe taste crashed and burned.
Rachel looked reproachful and stomped off, Conan right along behind her, leaving Richard whooping it up.
"Whooo hooo haaa! Hahahaha hahahaha haaaa hoooooo!"