Align
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When Kudou Shinichi came down the stairs that morning, freshly showered, and mentally cursing about the abrupt return of teenage hormones (Two words: Vivid. Dreams.) he found himself the surprised recipient of the strangest welcome home party in the history of forever.
Hattori, Agasa, his parents, Ai, and, strangely, Vermouth were waiting in the main room. His mother appeared to be chatting quite amicably with the former actress.
"You do realize," Shinichi drawled. "That you're talking to a horrible criminal don't you?"
Heads turned to regard him, and he absently adjusted the collar of his shirt before stepping the rest of the way into the room, smirking triumphantly. He did so love it when the entire room was paying attention to him, and, now that the planets had chosen to align themselves and let him shed his Conan guise, he actually could get them to.
"Shin-chan!" With her usual war cry his mother glomped onto him happily.
Haibara snorted from her position on the couch, then hopped off it and came over to him. Tilting her head back the not-child deadpanned, "You can't really talk about associating with criminals Kudou."
"Haibara!" Shinichi yelped.
The evil Satan spawn smirked at him in a way that promised she'd spill all his secrets if he didn't comply to her wishes, then walked passed him. "Come on, I want to check you over and make sure nothing went wrong."
Shinichi barely avoided shuddering, and followed meekly after her.