Bush
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His head was starting to nod, and Conan was cursing his child-like body rather vociferously when he wasn't half a sleep, by the time he heard a sound. It was just a faint rustle, followed by what sounded like the scuff of a shoe on hardwood.
It was definitely the fakes then, he figured. He doubted Kid would make such a base mistake.
Glancing at the loudly snoring Sleeping Kogoro Conan made a disgruntled face as the man slept on, completely unaware. It was easy enough to sneak over to the door, slide it open, and emerge out onto the walk way. The cool night air touched his face and, after glancing around, Conan took off at a run toward the room that particular device was in.
He was just turning a corner when he tripped, flying headfirst into the thick, tangling embrace of a nearby bush.
"Whoops..."
Conan knew that voice! "Kid!" he hissed.
An amused chuckle answered him and, for a moment, Conan could see the dark silhouette of the thief before he ghosted off. He'd been lured out! The bastard had known where he'd set his devices...
Damn him!
By the time Conan managed to disentangle himself from the bush he knew it would be too late. Whatever Kid was up to, was already well underway. All the same he made his way to the room with the target sculpture in question. It was still there, but...
Something was off. What had Kid done...? Obviously he'd set up some kind of tricky trap to humiliate the thieves...
"Conan-kun! What are you doing?"
Conan whirled around and stared, wide eyed, at Ran and a bleary looking Sonoko.
What was she doing up?!
Ran's unrelenting grasp reached out and snagged him. Conan let himself be dragged back to bed, this time forced into Ran and Sonoko's room so Ran could keep an eye on him. The entire time his mind was turning.
Stupid thief.