That Old Cliché
"Ran-neechan?" A little voice echoed faintly from the bedroom, where a small boy was rummaging frantically through his stuff.
"Yes, Conan?"
"Did you take my glasses?" A t-shirt flew out of the room, chucked by its distracted owner.
"No."
"Did you see them lying around?" A coat belonging to one Kogoro Mouri joined the shirt on the floor.
"No."
A inaudible mutter. Ran's skirt topped the growing heap of clothes as Conan discarded item after item in his fruitless search.
By the time Ran had finished her homework, her plushies, blankets, pillows, and a bedside lamp had formed a mini mountain.
And atop this mini mountain perched Conan, his back towards her as he sat, his brow furrowed as he thought aloud.
"Hypothetically, there are only three places those glasses could be: in the bathroom, under the couch or on the bedside table. It is unlikely that I should have left them in the bathroom...under the couch also doesn't seem possible. But I've already gone through the bedroom, where else could they be?..."
"Still looking for your glasses?"
"Ran-neechan!" Conan spun around to see Ran smiling. "I was just-"
Ran tapped Conan on the head. Conan blinked as a pair of very familiar frames dropped back unto his face from their perch on his head.
"Oh."
A/N: Because it really does happen even to the best of us.
Ano, sorry for taking so long to update and for writing such short cookies, I'll make the next one longer, I promise!
(bunny hops back in kitchen)
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