Miss
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Conan yawned widely, trying to remember why he was here. It was worth it, right? Ruining Kid's night was totally worth having to watch Nakamori-keibu and the Idiot Brigade tear apart the estate all day... right?
Sometimes he wondered.
Sonoko and Ran trooped along, a few steps ahead of him. Sonoko was in full Kid-sama rant mode. For the fifteenth time. In the last half hour. Conan was ready to say forget it, and dart watch her here and now. Though, taking a soccer ball to her head would probably be more satisfying.
Finally, finally, darkness was setting in and the last preparations were underway. Nakamori was barking orders over the radio, and starting to pinch cheeks. Conan resisted the urge to bounce on his toes, and clap his hands in glee.
From here on out everything would be hit and miss, he was sure. All he had to do was deal with Kid... The police were smart enough to take care of whatever flies were caught in the trap the thief had set last night... right?
Ugh.
"Hey! Don't touch me," Sonoko yelped.
Conan looked up in time to see her flapping her hand at Nakamori as he reached to check her for a mask. Nakamori-keibu had that confused look on his face.
"Look, I've been here all night! If I was Kid-sama I think we'd know! Besides I have to look my best for when Kid-sama arrives. He'll never realize how we're meant to be together if I have a pinch mark on my cheek! Right, Ran?"
"Uh, sure, Sonoko..."
"So, shoo! Leave us alone and go back to checking windows or whatever it is you do."
Conan glanced back, as they moved on, at the befuddled look on Nakamori's face. It was quickly changing into one of irate rage. Conan lifted his hands up, and shoved his fingers in his ears just in time to avoid the first bellow.