[kneelfor-o:]
“You do not need a circus to perform, my dear. Also, I believe you have become confused as well. Need a little reminded of who is in charge?” the brunette did a few steps forward, dark eyes gazing over the man. “I happen to have a disliking for smart-asses.”
“Well, a circus would certainly help lighten this gloomy mood,” Conan simply snorted as she stepped closer, complete un-amusement on his face as he just stared at her, but his grin was still present. “Then you and I are not going to get along very well I’m afraid.”

















