Orange
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The heist was tomorrow and, as they'd arrived rather late today, they had been given a nice meal and rooms to sleep in. Sonoko had turned in early claiming that she needed to be ready to look her best when Kid-sama showed up.
Conan rolled his eyes.
The room he and the neanderthal were being forced to share was driving him nuts. It was full of a set of hideous orange paintings. They were all orange. No other color. Just blobs of orange.
Modern art. Such a likely excuse.
Giving disgusted looks at a rather large sculpture of an actual orange Conan busied himself with the listening devices he'd squirreled away around the place. If he was right it was likely that someone was going to move tonight. He didn't know if it was Kid, or the other thieves, but Conan was sure one or the other was going to make their move this night.