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It was an unfortunate stereotype that cops, and detectives by association, loved donuts. Really, it wasn’t as though one’s occupation came with an unnecessary sweet tooth.
It was just that Conan’s favorite coffee shop also sold donuts. And that the donuts tasted good. That was it. Nothing more.
“Onee-chan,” he turned to the only other person in the store at the moment. “Which ones do you think look the best?”
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The experiment gave a small whine, staring at the water with a mixture of anxiousness and annoyance. Of course, of course his ball landed in a pool. Right in the middle. Where he couldn’t get it.
There had to be a way he could get it, without having to swim out there himself. Was there a net around here? Or maybe an inner tube and rope? Pacing around the edge of the pool in agitation, he gave another frustrated noise, plopping himself down in defeat. The ball was lost to the pool forever!