Conan flinched as the sound of shattering glass resounded, glistening shards scattering across the kitchen floor and bouncing off tiles. Ran scrutinized him, appearing highly unimpressed.
In a voice which matched her expression, Ran scolded: "I know you're good with that ball, but how many times have I told you not to play indoors?"
Conan chuckled weakly. "Sorry, Ran-nee-chan. It was an accident!" Well, technically, the hungover bozo had knocked into him. 'Honestly, it wasn't even my fault!' Conan thought, but knew to keep quiet.
That was how he found himself standing in a corner for five minutes, feeling dejected.