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?
Hakuba couldn’t believe his ears.
He shouldn’t be eavesdropping on this, but…he couldn’t pull away. Instead, he stood by the door and listened to the conversation occurring within—an little chat between Kuroba and Aoko.
“Good grief, it’s huge!” Aoko yelped.
“Impressive, ain’t it?” Kuroba said, a hint of pride in his voice.
“…I’m not sure I can get my mouth around that.”
“Naw, you’ll be fine. Just ease it in.”
“Are you sure?”
“Trust me. Here, just have a taste.”
“…hey, what’s the white stuff?”
“Oh, it’s good. Promise.”
“Well, okay…here I go…” Aoko said hesitantly.
Enough was enough. Hakuba ran away screaming.
The door opened, and Kaito and Aoko (both fully clothed, thank you very much) peered out in time to see their friend’s retreating back. “What’s with Hakuba?” Aoko asked, munching on a large carrot.
Kaito dipped his celery stick into the bowl of ranch dressing. “I have no idea.”