Communication between Heiji and Conan was something that was vital to their detective skills. They worked almost in tandem, picking up quickly on one another's thoughts, acting on them appropriately to solve the case. However, when it came to simple banter or a quick text to check up on how the other was doing, things tended to get lost in translation. Like today for example; it had been full of misunderstandings.

It all started when Heiji got a text in the middle of class; not that he had been paying attention or anything important like that. Slipping the phone from his pocket and sliding the screen to check the sender, the Osaka detective felt a small smirk creep on to his face as 'Kudo' popped up onto the screen.

'That little brat, he knows I'm in class.' Heiji mused, clicking the message. Conan was usually out of class an hour or so before Heiji, meaning his texts would come at all sorts of crazy times. He usually did it just to bother him or talk about a case that he was just too excited to keep to himself.

It was the first explanation today.

C: Hey, Hattori, you still in class?

In order to avoid suspicion, Heiji put all trust in his ability to type without looking, casting his eyes toward the front of the room, rather than his phone. As soon as his inner thought toward the boy's question had been sent, he returned his phone to his pocket, leaning on the palm of his hand to fain interest in his teacher's lesson. However, his phone would yet again buzz, causing him to look back down. Glancing at the new message and the message he had sent before, humiliation filled him.

H: Yolo lol shift, offend court Im in cl asshole.

C: Um...

Figuring the kid didn't need an explanation, Heiji put his phone back in his pocket, ignoring any other text he receive for the rest of the school day.

Now in the safe confines of his bedroom, Heiji crawled into his bed, having ditched his school uniform and settling with a pair of boxers and a tshirt. The outfit was a strange choice for the teen, thought it only made an appearance as he didn't plan to go anywhere today. It didn't matter who called, text, or sent smoke signals, he wasn't leaving his bed for anything!

Buzz, Buzz

Heiji groaned, feeling an annoying vibration from the cell phone on the bed beside him. He had been ignoring it all day since his little 'mishap' earlier with Kudo, so the buzzing had been nonstop, most likely resulting in missed calls and texts from his mother. Deciding that a lecture from the woman wouldn't be worth his time, Heiji reached for the cellphone, sliding the screen and glancing at the sender. Much to the teen's surprize, not only had his motehr text him, but his father as well. Both texts read something similar,

Mom: 'How was your day?'

Dad: 'How was school? Are you home yet?'

Groaning miserably at the thought of where these two conversations would go, Heiji sent a rather genetric reply back, not even bothering to check for mispelled words, hoping his parents would pick up on the errors as him being busy or simply uninterested. Sadly, that was not the case at all. Glancing back at his own responce and the texts to follow made Heiji, the Great Detective of the West, want to throw up and hide in a hole for the rest of his life;

H: Just got horny from school. It was testicular.

Mom: WHAT IN GOD'S NAME DID YOU DO!?

Mom: HEIJI, EXPLAIN YOURSELF!

Mom: HEIJI, YOU ANSWER YOUR PHONE THIS INSTANT!

Dad: Um. Congradulations, sombrero

Dad: *son

Dad: Fucking automatic corrrespondance.

Sending a quick explanation back, Heiji crawled under his blankets, officialy giving up on life.

After that awkward fiasco, Heiji did his best to avoid his parents, even going as far as to climb out the window that morning to avoid them at the breakfast table. Deciding it was safe to tell Kazuha that he would be early to pick her up, Heiji reached for his cell phone, sending the message as he put his motorcycle helmet on his head. As soon as he arrive to the girl's house, Heiji was immediately greeted by a slap across the face. Looking up for an explanation, Kazuha shoved her phone in his face, demanding he explain himself,

H: Leaf the house earl-grey Todd Haberkorn. Be ready to gofuck when I get there. Don't fornicate your history assignment.'