Pineapple
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Joy of joys... A car ride. Conan was sitting in the back seat with Ran for a change. He'd incurred enough wrath from her moron father to last a lifetime over the last couple of days with his incessant nosiness. Kogoro's words, not his. Giving the back of said man's head an annoyed look Conan absently sipped at the pineapple orange juice Ran had gotten him at the last stop.
Though, really, he supposed a great deal of Kogoro's annoyance stemmed from the fact that Sonoko had managed to weasel her way into coming as well. She was currently chattering at Ran, loudly, about getting to see Kid-sama again so soon. Again, her words, not his.
Conan absently wondered if he could just toss himself out the car door right now and be done with it.
Shut up. Shut up. Shut up.
"This time he really will see me!" Sonoko cheered. "After all, there are only so many people going to be there. Ha! I bet all the other girls are soooo jealous of us!"
"What about Makoto-kun?" Ran asked curiously.
Sonoko waved her hand airily, "A girl can dream, right? Ooooh, and it's Kid-sama..."
"You and Conan-kun sound so much alike sometimes," Ran mused.
Conan snorted, juice going down the wrong way and immediately started choking and wheezing. Ran whirled around and began patting him on the back, worry in her voice as she asked, "Conan-kun! Are you okay?"
"Swallowed wrong," he coughed meekly.
Sonoko was giving him a curious look before turning her attention to Ran, "What? Does Chibi-chan have some interest in my Kid-sama?"
Ran laughed and fished out a handkerchief to wipe up a bit of spilled juice from Conan's chin. Conan scowled. "Sort of, he's so interested in going to the heists lately. I guess it must be like some amazing game for him..."
I am right here you know...Gah.