Post by BlackKatJinx on Feb 4, 2017 12:58:04 GMT
(Edit: I actually can not see the forum time/date on mobile so I am not sure if this was submitted on time. I think it is, if my memory serves... Let me know if it isn't. I usually try to avoid posting it so late. Sorry)
Summary: Shinichi and Kaito chat over a cup of tea.
Word Count: 977
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There was a small creak as Shinichi landed face first on the couch, not even struggling as the plush material slowly swallowed him. He burrowed his face against the closest throw pillow with a tired sigh, pawing blindly at the side-table and frowning when his seeking fingers found nothing. Had Kaito moved it again? Suddenly something much better than the remote was placed in his hand. The detective looked up to see his roommate leaning over him.
“Tough case?” Kaito asked with a smile.
His fingers lingered on the top half of the mug, waiting until Shinichi had a firm grip before letting go. He then slid smoothly into the seat beside the detective, picking up his legs and settling them over his lap.
Shinichi, sitting propped up against the pillow now, sighed again as he cradled the mug in his hands. The faint scent of something sweet told him the content inside is not his usual coffee.
“You could say that.” He started, mind drifting back to the earlier case. It hadn't been so much tough as exhausting. It'd also been an (mostly) interesting one.
The client had been insistent that their house was haunted by a ghost, or demon, or some other supernatural entity. Not the stuff Shinichi normally handled, but with his workload being rather light recently, and the client in near tears—reminding so much of Ran and her fear of ghosts—the detective ended up agreeing to take a look.
Unsurprisingly it had just been their co-worker taking advantage of said fear, to get back at the client for stealing their job, or something along those lines. The yelling that followed him as he left (after making sure he wouldn't have to come back and solve a murder) kind of made it hard to understand. Shinichi doesn't believe in things like ghosts and the supernatural, but even he had to admit the special effects the culprit used were really impressive. They had him thinking all of it could actually exist, if only for a short while.
“And you didn't call me?” Kaito pouts once Shinichi finishes with his story, causing the other to roll his eyes.
“I asked if you wanted to come before I left. You turned me down saying you had things you needed to do.” He reminds the magician and takes a sip from his mug, the fruity flavor making him blink. Not his usual tea either.
“It didn't sound nearly as exciting when you asked me! If I'd known how much effort had been used I wouldn't have passed.” The other male grumped. Not only was Kaito still pouting, but he was now side-eyeing the detective as if it's all his fault.
“Learned your lesson then, huh?” Shinichi quips, not bothered the slightest when the other jostles his legs, and smiles; Kaito shakes his head. The two fall into a small comfortable silence and the detective takes another sip of the tea, confirming that it was indeed peach flavored. Raising his eyebrows he looks back at the magician. “When did we get peach tea?”
“I think it was part of the last gift-box your parents sent us.” Kaito answers and raises his own mug to his lips, humming as he took a drink. “I found it in the back of the cupboard.” The look Kaito sends him tells Shinichi that he knew exactly how it got there.
His parents, his mother in particular, has taken up the habit of sending him boxes filled with stuff—gifts as she called them—from their travels. They were usually filled with small things they'd found interesting or unique. If he remembers correctly the last box had been fruit themed with lots of different candies, candles, jams, and set of white towels decorated in fruit slices (Kaito had taken his with little complaint, using it regularly). The box of Peach flavored tea had simply been one of many inside.
Shinichi adopted the habit of just stuffing a lot of it onto a shelf and forgetting about it.
Kaito tilted his head at the detective, “Why do you look surprised?” He asked.
“Because it tastes good. Do you remember that time she sent us that pudding?”
Indigo eyes lit up with recognition before Kaito's expression turned disgruntled, “I'm still not convinced that that was pudding.”
Shinichi nodded in agreement. It had been some strange concoction his mother had made by herself before sending, swearing it was delicious. It'd looked very lumpy and had a sickly yellow color; neither of them dared to try it. It didn't help that she said it was supposed to be green and not yellow.
“Your parents have sent us some really weird stuff.”
“Yeah.” Shinichi glanced into his cup which was over half empty now. “Not always though. That glass set wasn't that bad.”
Neither of them could figure out where she had got them but one box had contained a set of small drinking glasses with cartoon animals on them. Even Shinichi had to admit they were adorable looking. They've also received matching t-shirts and a photo album filled with random pictures. The two had turned that one into a guessing game since a lot of the content inside did not feature popular tourist attractions. Shinichi speculated that had been his mother's original intention.
“I suppose.” Kaito concedes. He looks down at his now empty mug before glancing at Shinichi. “Want another cup?”
Shinichi nods, lifting his legs and giving Kaito the mug as the other stands. He wasn't the biggest fan of super sweet things but the tea actually wasn't too terrible. While Kaito heads to the kitchen Shinichi digs out the remote from under the papers and books spread over the table, recognizing them as plans for Kaito's newest project, before turning the TV on and settling back comfortably.
Summary: Shinichi and Kaito chat over a cup of tea.
Word Count: 977
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There was a small creak as Shinichi landed face first on the couch, not even struggling as the plush material slowly swallowed him. He burrowed his face against the closest throw pillow with a tired sigh, pawing blindly at the side-table and frowning when his seeking fingers found nothing. Had Kaito moved it again? Suddenly something much better than the remote was placed in his hand. The detective looked up to see his roommate leaning over him.
“Tough case?” Kaito asked with a smile.
His fingers lingered on the top half of the mug, waiting until Shinichi had a firm grip before letting go. He then slid smoothly into the seat beside the detective, picking up his legs and settling them over his lap.
Shinichi, sitting propped up against the pillow now, sighed again as he cradled the mug in his hands. The faint scent of something sweet told him the content inside is not his usual coffee.
“You could say that.” He started, mind drifting back to the earlier case. It hadn't been so much tough as exhausting. It'd also been an (mostly) interesting one.
The client had been insistent that their house was haunted by a ghost, or demon, or some other supernatural entity. Not the stuff Shinichi normally handled, but with his workload being rather light recently, and the client in near tears—reminding so much of Ran and her fear of ghosts—the detective ended up agreeing to take a look.
Unsurprisingly it had just been their co-worker taking advantage of said fear, to get back at the client for stealing their job, or something along those lines. The yelling that followed him as he left (after making sure he wouldn't have to come back and solve a murder) kind of made it hard to understand. Shinichi doesn't believe in things like ghosts and the supernatural, but even he had to admit the special effects the culprit used were really impressive. They had him thinking all of it could actually exist, if only for a short while.
“And you didn't call me?” Kaito pouts once Shinichi finishes with his story, causing the other to roll his eyes.
“I asked if you wanted to come before I left. You turned me down saying you had things you needed to do.” He reminds the magician and takes a sip from his mug, the fruity flavor making him blink. Not his usual tea either.
“It didn't sound nearly as exciting when you asked me! If I'd known how much effort had been used I wouldn't have passed.” The other male grumped. Not only was Kaito still pouting, but he was now side-eyeing the detective as if it's all his fault.
“Learned your lesson then, huh?” Shinichi quips, not bothered the slightest when the other jostles his legs, and smiles; Kaito shakes his head. The two fall into a small comfortable silence and the detective takes another sip of the tea, confirming that it was indeed peach flavored. Raising his eyebrows he looks back at the magician. “When did we get peach tea?”
“I think it was part of the last gift-box your parents sent us.” Kaito answers and raises his own mug to his lips, humming as he took a drink. “I found it in the back of the cupboard.” The look Kaito sends him tells Shinichi that he knew exactly how it got there.
His parents, his mother in particular, has taken up the habit of sending him boxes filled with stuff—gifts as she called them—from their travels. They were usually filled with small things they'd found interesting or unique. If he remembers correctly the last box had been fruit themed with lots of different candies, candles, jams, and set of white towels decorated in fruit slices (Kaito had taken his with little complaint, using it regularly). The box of Peach flavored tea had simply been one of many inside.
Shinichi adopted the habit of just stuffing a lot of it onto a shelf and forgetting about it.
Kaito tilted his head at the detective, “Why do you look surprised?” He asked.
“Because it tastes good. Do you remember that time she sent us that pudding?”
Indigo eyes lit up with recognition before Kaito's expression turned disgruntled, “I'm still not convinced that that was pudding.”
Shinichi nodded in agreement. It had been some strange concoction his mother had made by herself before sending, swearing it was delicious. It'd looked very lumpy and had a sickly yellow color; neither of them dared to try it. It didn't help that she said it was supposed to be green and not yellow.
“Your parents have sent us some really weird stuff.”
“Yeah.” Shinichi glanced into his cup which was over half empty now. “Not always though. That glass set wasn't that bad.”
Neither of them could figure out where she had got them but one box had contained a set of small drinking glasses with cartoon animals on them. Even Shinichi had to admit they were adorable looking. They've also received matching t-shirts and a photo album filled with random pictures. The two had turned that one into a guessing game since a lot of the content inside did not feature popular tourist attractions. Shinichi speculated that had been his mother's original intention.
“I suppose.” Kaito concedes. He looks down at his now empty mug before glancing at Shinichi. “Want another cup?”
Shinichi nods, lifting his legs and giving Kaito the mug as the other stands. He wasn't the biggest fan of super sweet things but the tea actually wasn't too terrible. While Kaito heads to the kitchen Shinichi digs out the remote from under the papers and books spread over the table, recognizing them as plans for Kaito's newest project, before turning the TV on and settling back comfortably.