.07 – foiled
...in which Ai is a poser and Conan speaks like a twelve year old girl.
Inspired by Tama Saga's comment that I didn't screw up by having very much out of character characters listen to my favourite bands. And… because I remember when I was utterly worthless as a writer. Who knows… perhaps I still am. :)
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'Ai…' Edogawa Conan struggled to keep his speech from stuttering as the lyrics from the chorus of his favourite song played in his head. I wanna be the one in your life, I wanna be the one by your side. I wanna be the one to show you oh, baby, you should be mine.
'What up, G.' The little scientist's response was bordering upon mechanical, her attention focused on Snoop D-o-double-g in her headphones. Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice. Laid back with my mind on my money and my money on my mind.
Meanwhile, Conan was having a bit of trouble selecting his next words. 98 Degrees, while a good, respectable band (one of his favourites, actually), just weren't quite confession opener material.
'Let me be your hero,' he whispered in his best impersonation of Enrique Iglesias.
'Straight up, homes.' Now that I got me some Seagram's gin, everybody got they cups; but they ain't chipped in. 'Yo, you seen a fifth of Grey Goose lyin' around the crib?'
Edogawa blinked, a little disconcerted that his declaration of love had been cut off.
'Oh my God! Like, I think you drank it all that afternoon.'
'For real? Damn.'
Forget bubblegum pop lyrics; Conan had just found an even better way to Haibara Ai's heart.
'I'll just, like, go get you a handle, 'kayy?' He reached for his coat.
'You'd do that? Dope. But I'm straight; I gots another around somewhere.'
Edogawa stared. 'But you, like, haven't left the professor's house in two weeks, and all the while you've been, like, downing Grey Goose… enough to make a, like, life-sized statue of Tupac. And you still have more?'
'That's how I roll, yo. Aite, it's been good, but I gotta bounce. These lab results got me trippin', so I have to redo the tests, feel me?'
Conan sighed as Ai disappeared down the basement stairs. This had to be the twentieth time he'd tried to make this confession. Foiled. Yet again.