Fandom: Detective Conan
Publish Date: 9/24/2005 through 12/24/2006 (in Short Stack Stories)
Disclaimer: I don't own Detective Conan. But I do have homemade hand-puppets for each character...that's normal, right?
“Brat hasn’t gotten off the computer since we got it,” Kogoro hmph-ed angrily.
Ran glanced over at her young charge, whose wide eyes were glued to the monitor. “I don’t know what he’s playing. He said Ayumi-chan lent him some games right after we got the new computer—I think he’s playing those.”
Leaving her father to mutter behind his newspaper, she headed over towards the desk, where Conan was enraptured by his game. But she was startled when he started talking to the computer screen. “What? No way! That can’t be right!” The young boy flopped back in the chair, arms folded across his chest in a full-fledged pout. “That ending is impossible!”
Ran moved around and bent over him, concerned. “Conan-kun?”
“Stupidest ending ever,” he complained, jutting an accusatory finger at the screen.
She peered at the screen, then picked up one of the CDs from the small pile on the desk and read the label. “Conan-kun, I know you like mysteries, but—“
“I hope the next one’s better,” he picked up a third disc and popped it into the drive. “The puzzles were good, but the ending was horrible. Maybe this one will be better.”
As she watched him upload the next game, Ran briefly wondered if perhaps Conan-kun was taking these Nancy Drew games a little too seriously…