Spikes
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Kawatake finally put the cards away, with a slow deliberateness that seemed to say she wasn't sure she wanted to proceed. By now, though, Conan's amusement was starting to give way to spikes of annoyance. Weren't they done yet?
The woman folded her hands carefully on her desk and looked frankly at him over her glasses. Conan, sensing they were finally getting to the point here, sat up a little straighter and waited semi-patiently.
"Now, Conan-kun, the reason Mouri-san brought you here is because of an incident that happened recently. She wanted me to speak with you about this, but when she told me your history I expressed concerns about other things including your parents and home life. However, I think it's time we discuss that incident. I don't want to make you uncomfortable so we'll take this slowly..."
Rolling his eyes slightly Conan tuned her out as she talked on for a bit longer until something she said finally penetrated his mind. Letting out an indignant squawk Conan stared at her, bug eyed.
"He did not!"
Kid had not molested him, damn it! That was just wrong on so many levels! It was just to throw the thief off guard and one up him!
"Then why would you say such a thing Conan-kun?"
Crossing his arms and scowling he decided that, on this, he would be truthful. "I lied. To get back at him because he tied me up with duct tape."
And, really, after he'd said it Conan realized that sounded even worse. At the woman's gaping he buried his face in his hands and groaned. Wasn't this over yet?