[Halfway between Red and White]

[moptothehead]

[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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[moptothehead]

[Aoko has just as quickly spun around to face the opposite wall, and is surreptitiously trying to straighten her clothing while hoping her equally heavy flush will go away. She isn't having so much luck with the latter]

H-hey, Edogawa-kun!!

[Must act calm, must act calm...]

[neverliedtoher.livejournal.com]

[He did not need to see that. He did not need to see that.]

[Conan distracts himself by bending down to pick up his book, willing the crimson stain on his cheeks to go away. He risks a look at the people he's disturbed, blinking a little at the sight of Aoko]

[Wow, that's... mildly disturbing. A stranger kissing another stranger who looked strikingly like Ran wasn't something he wanted to see again. But...]

Do I know you, neechan?

[Because it seemed like she knew him]

[pandorabox]

[Edogawa, son of a--

Kaito curses lightly, so the other two kitchen inhabitants can't hear him. He continues to stare at the lasagna, searching for something anything to say to break the tension]

... oi, Aoko, the lasagna sauce is kind of arranged in a star pattern.

[Yeah, that'll work. Plus, if he squints, the sauce does kinda... look like a star.

Kinda]

[moptothehead]

[IGNORING YOU, KAITO. You aren't helping anything. And this is your fault, anyway.]

Um, I-I guess not, if you don't know who Aoko is--

[Oh, wait. Now that she's turned around and is looking at him properly...]

...Where are your glasses?

[neverliedtoher.livejournal.com]

[The glasses thing again? Really?]

I don't need glasses, neechan. I never have.

[He is curious about the guy who still hasn't turned around, but he isn't walking over to investigate. Yet.]

[pandorabox]

[No glasses? That's curious enough to break Kaito out of his embarrassment, and he glances over his shoulder at the shrunken detective curiously.

Aoko was right, he wasn't wearing glasses. That was interesting.

He lifts an eyebrow at the newcomer, but doesn't say anything. He can't exactly act familiar around him as Kaito, anyway. He'll just have to save his questions for later]

[moptothehead]

Well, it's just that the Edogawa-kun I know wears glasses.

[Change of subject is good! Change of subject means they aren't talking about what she and Kaito were just doing. And means that she isn't thinking of how much she'd been wanting it to continue. She just knew Kaito was going to turn her into a pervert one of these days, dammit]

Do you still go to Kid heists on your world?