justonetruth | [Halfway between Red and White]

[Hey there, mansion residents! Today there are some... rather curious noises coming from the kitchen, for those inclined to investigate such things (or get themselves some dinner). Low voices, heated arguing, sudden silences -- followed by longer silences, and then more of the arguing. Then a gasp, and a grunt -- it almost, almost sounds like an escalating fight.

Except if you open the door, what you will find is one Kaito Kuroba and Aoko Nakamori -- and while they're probably the most likely ones in the dressing room to be having an escalating fight, that isn't quite what's going on.

On the contrary, Aoko has her back against the counter, Kaito's hand up her shirt, and her hands down the back of his jeans. No clothes are missing, so nothing important is really visible, but it's pretty obvious what's going on, especially given the heated kissing, wandering hands, and not-particularly-subtle groping. There's the beginnings of a lasagna dinner on the counter, but the ingredients have long since been abandoned in favour of the more immediate activities.

Um.

Oops?]

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[Um. Well.

This particular tiny, bespectacled, messy-haired Conan-clone version of Kaito is now faced with a series of options.

1. Make a loud, obnoxious, childish comment.
2. Stutter and apologize, then run out, slamming the door behind him.
3. Stand and watch, because... well... Aoko looks kind of.... .....
4. Ignore them and head over to the other counter, where the coffee machine is.

He goes for a slight combination of 3 and 4. Mostly 4 though, since he'd been exploring, forgotten to bring a lunch with him, and his annoying pre-adolescent metabolism was making him cranky with the lack of food. So, coffee and dinner.

And not turning funny shades of red. Nope. Not at all.]

[... l-luckily, the footsteps kinda clue him in on the whole "you probably want to stop doing this now to avoid further embarrassment" thing, and he breaks away and rushes toward the refrigerator in 1.4 seconds flat.

He decides that whatever is inside is much more fascinating than the person who walked into the kitchen]

[After a second of trying to figure out why Kaito just stopped when that was a very comfortable kiss, Aoko eeps and does much the same, pressing back against the counter as if she wishes it would swallow her up and save her the embarrassment of facing the newcomer.

Unfortunately, it doesn't, so she busies herself with straightening her clothes and trying to look as casual as she can -- until she notices just who it is who just came in and stops dead, her fingers still curled in her skirt]

K-Kaito?

[She sounds understandably bewildered]

[Sorry Aoko, not responding to that name beyond a vague blink. Note the Conan-glasses?]

You're like, the fourth person to call me that. It's worse that Niisan getting called "Shinichi".

[And hopping up onto the counter to gain better access to the coffeemaker.]

[Kaito glances over the top of the refrigerator door and blinks at what he can now tell is the little, shrunken version of himself.

He quirks an eyebrow curiously, before he shuts the door and leans against it, arms crossed over his chest, to observe this version of himself's interactions with Aoko]

[She does, which just serves to further confuse her]

'Niisan'?

Edogawa Conan. He's my twin, but he's older.

[Very determined with this coffeepot here.]

[still waaaaaaatching, grinning slightly as he does so. He's kind of amused by this]

[Suspiciooooous. There's kind of a resemblance, but he looks more like Kaito than anyone else. Also, trying not to blush over having gotten caught making out by a little kid. Hopefully he'll... attribute it to cooties. Or something.]

I didn't know Edogawa-kun had any brothers.

[Though things were different enough between a lot of the worlds for it to be possible... and on that note, what is a seven-year-old doing with coffee?]

You shouldn't be playing with that! [grabs him by the arms and lifts him away from the coffee machine] What's your name, anyway?

[But... But... But.... AOKO HE HAD FINALLY GOTTEN HIS HANDS ON POTENTIAL COFFEE HOW DARE YOU.

Pouty. Face. Time. Now.]

I wasn't playing with it. I was making coffee.

[Watch him not tell you his name now, missy. Serves you right. Uh huh.

Shut up that is totally logical revenge.]

Oh c'mon, Aoko, a little bit of coffee couldn't hurt him.

[grin]

[THAT'S WHAT YOU GET FOR LYING TO HER]

He shouldn't be having coffee at his age! It'll stunt his growth!

[And fine, she'll just call you Edogawa-kun all day]

They disproved that, neechan.

[He is going to get some coffee. Don't you try to stop him.]

[he rolls his eyes]

I drink coffee. I'm not short.

[to Kaito] You didn't drink it when you were little, either.

[to Maurice] It doesn't matter! It still isn't healthy! [and just how are you going to get it while your feet are dangling, huh? :|]

[Flailing. And pouting. It works sometimes.]

It's not bad for me. People just say that 'cause they can't handle kids bouncing off the walls.

If it gets to that point, we could just tie him to a chair. [dryly]

[Not with Aoko it doesn't]

Too much caffeine is bad for anyone. [hefts him up so that she's holding him properly in the crook of her arm, against her chest] How about some juice instead? [heads for the fridge]

... Hot chocolate?

[Compromise was good. Being held like this by Aoko was... ... let's just go with awkward.]

[a shrug, before he turns around to search the cabinets for the hot chocolate mix]

[oh, why not] Okay! Hot chocolate. [since Kaito's getting the mix, she turns to the kettle to start it boiling]

[And Maurice starts wiggling.]

You can put me down now, neechan...

[aha, hot chocolate mix! He turns around to pass it to Aoko, giving the little kid a good look as he does so. Sorry, buddy, but you can't hide anything from me.]

[takes the mix and looks at Maurice] Oh, sorry. Do you want to sit on the counter?

[And Kaito gets a totally innocent expression in return.]

I'll help make dinner! You and this niichan were making lasagna before you got distracted, right?

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