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"Oi, Ran!" Here, Dressing Room, is a very aggrieved Conan, waving a school bag packed with karate paraphenalia and holding a lunch box. "You can't go to the tournament without your stuff! ... geez, do I have to do everything around -- here?"

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"That had to be clarified?" It was worse than home.

It really was.

"How about just 'Yes, I'm Mouri Ran. Yes, I'm a guy. Now could you get over it?'" Ran retorted, sounding a little testy. He already got picked on at home for his stature. Granted, it was handy at times. There were quite a few murderers he'd encountered who hadn't expected the skinny, average-looking teenager to take them down with a couple of well-placed roundhouses.

Didn't mean he had to like it, though.

"Th' gender difference's pretty obvious." Ran-kun had short hair. "Th' not-datin'-Kudo part's gonna need clarification."

Conan wondered if he could be excused hiding under the table to avoid this conversation. "Before either of you get carried away, I'm not wearing a sign."

"It shouldn't," Ran grumbled, then quickly seized on Conan's statement as a prime teasing opportunity (and suitable distraction). "You sure? We could doodle on it and everything."

"Magnifyin' glasses 'n footprint patterns." Heiji suggested.

He really should have slid under the table while he had the chance. "But then what would you have?"

"Hattori-san gets baseball," Ran said promptly.

"Ran-kun gets flowers." A smirk, recalling their previous conversation. "Purple orchids."

Conan pauses on the brink of disappearing. "Purple orchids?" Where did that come from?

Oh hell no.

The glare Ran shot Hattori was nothing less than murderous. Good thing Conan wasn't going under the table; he might need that space himself in just a moment.

"Don't start," he said, warning in the tone of each word.

"We were talkin' a while ago." Ignoring death-glares was something Heiji was good at. "Ran-kun'd make a pretty impressive Magical Girl."

If by 'impressive', Hattori meant 'terrifying as all hell' then Conan fully agreed. "M-magical girl?"

Arrgh.

"I'm not doing anything with flowers," Ran said flatly. "Or skirts, or magic girls, or sparkles."

"You know you'd be an amazing shojo manga hero."

"Depends on your definition of 'amazing'," Conan said weakly. He had a mental image.

"If you want to run around in a wand and short skirts, be my guest," the karateka grumped back. "Besides, it was your idea."

"Ya really want ta see me in a short skirt?" Heiji shot back quickly.

Wrong account. Right icon.

"Shouldn't you be asking Shinichi that question?" Ran retorted, propping his chin in his hand.

"Yer th' one who said it, not him." Wait. Was Kudo blushing? Why would he be blushing?

"I'm going to get more water," Conan announced, taking the smart option and fleeing.

...Yup. Same old Hattori.

Ran couldn't quite resist snerking at Conan's abrupt departure, either. "Coward."

It was usually just girls she couldn't understand. Not Kudo. She stared after him, puzzling it over. Somehow it hadn't clicked in her mind that this particular Kudo wasn't head over heels for Mouri Ran.

Having reached the safety of the buffet, Conan glanced back over his shoulder. A look at Ran and Hattori's expression's decided him -- he was staying where he was.

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