' like, oh my god, i'm, like, totally, like, an attention-seeking, like spoiled, brat! ' spoken in english with a stereotypical "valley girl" accent, kid, why.
‘ MAY I ASK you why you break into my house at 2 am and disturb me ? Why do you tell me about things I already know , KID. Don’t you have better things to do like stealing and playing around with Nakamori-Keibu and Saguru-San ? I’m sure they’d love your company. You should be happy that I’m a homicide detective , you moron. Otherwise I’d already turn you in.. Now , make yourself useful and bring me coffee so or go home into your KID cave. ’ OCEAN BLUE HUES NARROWED IN AMUSEMENT AND ANNOYANCE / LIPS DRAWN UPWARDS INTO A SMALL SMILE / HE LET HIS PALM RUN THROUGH HIS USUALLY NEAT LOCKS AS HE GAZED AT THE WHITE CLOTHED FIGURE.
Case files were covering the little desk in the library and cold coffee was scattered everywhere abandoned mugs in all sizes and colors. The detective leaned back heavily and massaged his temple , hues glued to the slim and agile figure of his rival. Sighing soundlessly , his palm covering his lips as he did so , the Kudo swiftly stood up and ruffled through another stake of files laying around. He was close to solving a really old murder case a smug grin slowly embracing his lips. But , he stopped midway and hummed softly. Why did KID even tell him this ? Was it a test sort of ? Was it a trick ? Shinichi couldn’t help but snort before glancing at the thief once more out of the corner of his eyes. The phantom hadn’t left despite his demand which doesn’t surprise Shinichi at all. Tipping against his own nose , eyes observing his rival , he let out a wistful sigh ( this time unconcealed ). ‘ WAS THAT everything ? Or do you need something ? I’m not the best company , you know. I tend to run into dead bodies. I wouldn’t even be surprised if one would somehow end up in here. ’