There was a slight shift in Conan's position that he had been able to catch in his light sleep. He blinked an eye open and noted immediately that he was not in the agency's swivel chair that he knew he'd fallen asleep in. He was laying down flat on his back and his hand was clasped around something warm ( Read more... )

Apparently there's a virus that makes you voice your most inner thoughts. Damn this going make keeping my ident-I better not think about those things right now..

My shoulder is healing just fine Still hurts like hell though... Kazuha-neechan said she and Heiji-niichan might be coming for a visit. I'm as good as dead. There's no way Hattori ( Read more... )