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conan edogawa (shinichi kudo)

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[It hadn't taken Conan long to take note of the sudden infestation of nutcrackers. It took him only slightly longer to collect a small set of tools and decide on a target. For the sake of the scientific method he collects several different nutcrackers from different locations. Some from busy areas and some that had been completely isolated as a control. He lays them out in a quiet corner of the lobby and props up the journal nearby so that he can keep an ear on the activity in the castle as he works. Then, carefully and methodically, he begins to take the nutcrackers apart.]

This is interesting, isn't it? Is this the first time there have been nutcrackers in the castle like this?

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[Dairine would like nothing more than to hang out in her room until Christmas Eve. (Not that she has an delusions that it'll happen, but a girl can wish.) But every so often she has to leave her shelter -- either for food, new books, or just plain restlessness.

Food is her task of the day, but she's on high alert. Last year someone booby-trapped the kitchen for their "game." But on her way through the lobby, she hears Conan's voice and... well.]

What the hell are you doing?

[He gives her a look to express his opinion on the stupidity of the question. What did it look like he was doing?]

[It's a completely valid question, given the stupidity of his actions. Come on, he's supposed to be smarter than this! So she sends that look right back.]

I mean besides tempting fate.

[He scowls.]

That's superstition. What I'm doing is investigation.

[Dairine rolls her eyes.]

No, that's an expression. And a rather accurate one, given what you're currently doing.

Investigating what? The location of the castle's magic?

I refuse to accept magic as an explanation for anything. There has to be an explanation for the effect these have.

[He gestures at the group of nutcrackers set off to one side.]

Those are from empty rooms and isolated areas. The ones I'm working on now were located in the lobby and other high traffic areas. I'm trying to discover if there is any difference.

[OMFG stubborn brat. She will get you to acknowledge magic yet!]

Fine, its influence then.

[Dairine gives the nutcrackers a suspicious glare.] One group is more opportunistic than the other?

That's a possibility. I'm primarily looking for any effect of being used. If there is one, there should be a difference between the two groups.

[She glances at the two piles of nutcraker pieces.]

Well, so far they look the same to me.

That's why I'm measuring them.

The whole nutcracker or every piece separately?

Both of them. [Obviously.]

Won't that take a lot of time?

If I do it correctly.

[Dairine leans over the sofa for a better view.]

And you're going to be close to the nutcrackers the entire time. Doesn't that seem... a bit risky?

I know what I'm doing.

[So go away.]

[You know, she'd love to, but apparently leaning on the couch put her right over the edge of the nutcrackers' sphere of magical influence.

Uh oh.]

Oh really? [Dairine moves around the couch to sit next to him, juuuust a little too close for comfort, smiling mischievously.]

[Yeah, something was bothering him about this. He moves a little further away from her and keeps working.]

[Lots of good that does. Dairine just scoots closer.]

What do you want. [And get out of his personal space.]

[Nope. ♥]

[Dairine starts toying with his jacket and bowtie instead (assuming he lets her).]

You haven't figured it out yet? Some detective you are.

[He sets down his tools and turns around to glare at her.]

How is even a detective supposed to figure out why girls act weird?

Do I have to spell it out for you? Oh well...

[And with that she grabs onto his coat so he can't run away, leans forward, and kisses his cheek.]

[....What? What? What was she doing? He throws himself to the side to try and get away from the kiss, but her grip on his jacket stops him from squirming away.]

[There is no escape. Using his jacket, she pulls him closer just as she kisses him. Done, she sits back, her hands still holding onto jacket, and stares at Conan thoughtfully.]

[He is giving her the most incredulous and disgruntled look.]

O-Oi! What was that for!

[And let go of his jacket already.]

[Have a puzzled look]

What was what...?

[Looks down at hands.

Oh.

Crud.

DID SHE JUST--]

[With her grip on his jacket, she pushes, or rather half-flings Conan away from her. Then she quickly stalks over to the opposite side of the room, fixing him with a sharp glare from a safe distance.]

What do you think that was, Einstein?!

[He scowls as he climbs back to his feet.]

Either that was you being affected by whatever this ridiculous kissing effect is or you suddenly decided that kissing me on the cheek was a good idea. I am leaning towards the first option.

[Yes, scrubbing his cheek of with his sleeve. He would never understand why so many girls felt the need to kiss him there.]

Edited 2013-04-25 00:31 (UTC)

[Better there than on the lips.]

Good guess, Sherlock-kun.

[Oh so much dry sarcasm. Now that she's far away, Dairine takes the opportunity to scrub at her lips with the back of her hand. Ick, ick, ick.]

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