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[osakanomiyaki]

[With all the colourful new additions to the mansion (foxes, tigers, birds, oh my?), stepping into the library for a moment's peace seems like a smart idea. Fire burning crisply in the grate, inviting sofas, shelves packed with books--]

Will ya stop squirmin'? I think I almost got it.

You know, I think I saw a blowtorch on the third floor just

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[just_kitting]

[or this Kaito could watch the entire scene from the doorway, very clearly amused]

Did you lose the key?

[osakanomiyaki]

[Hattori huffs.] Course not! What d'ya take me for -- an amateur? When ya dealing with Kid, keepin' the keys to the cuffs on yer person is like handin' him a free ticket out!

[Conan chimes in cheerfully.] Right! That's why Heiji-neechan left the key at home.

[He sounds way too cheerful about this.]

[just_kitting]

[eyebrows go uuuuup]

So they're Kid cuffs. D'you deal with Kaitou Kid on a regular basis?

[osakanomiyaki]

Nah -- usually, he's Kudo's problem, not mine! But after the last case ... let's just say I'm not takin' chances.

[Conan's waggling his eyebrows and making shush motions with his un-handcuffed hand in a ridiculous 'she doesn't know!' mime.]

[just_kitting]

[... taking note of those motions, glancing from Conan to Heiji]

What happened in the last case?

[dynamic_brat]

The Kaitou Kid grabbed her butt!

[Helpful!]

[just_kitting]

. . .

[he did what. what ever. lifting a hand to his mouth and turning away to snicker a bit]

[osakanomiyaki]

Oi -- s'no laughing matter! Guys have no idea what us girls have t'contend with.

[just_kitting]

[clears his throat and manages to control his snickers, turning back to her with a nod]

R-right, right. Sorry. Did you smack him for it?

[osakanomiyaki]

Uh--

[Conan decides to interject.] She would've, but she was too surprised! It's not like Aoko-neechan, where it's an everyday occurence.

[just_kitting]

[blinking at that last part]

Is it an every day occurrence with Aoko?

[osakanomiyaki]

...

[Conan sighs and sets about signalling 'you're going to compromise your secret identity'.]

[Hattori objects.]

Oi, kiddo -- I told ya, quit wriggling around an' I'll get this lock picked faster, okay?

[just_kitting]

[shuts his mouth with a click, then, focusing more on the handcuff problem]

Y'know if you can't get it open there's probably someone else in the mansion who can do it for you.

[dynamic_brat]

I can do it! Kaito-niichan taught me a lot about magic tricks!

[Hattori is still trying to pick the lock.]

I told ya, kiddo, these aren't ordinary locks.

[just_kitting]

Why don't you let him try, anyway? You aren't making any progress.

[would offer to help, but his lock picking skills are abysmal at this point]

[dynamic_brat]

Please, Hattori-neechan, please please please please--

[Hattori huffs in annoyance.]

You sure yer K-- ah, nevermind. Sure, I could use a break -- but don't think you're going to succeed.

[Conan happily takes the cuff, pulling a playing card from his pocket from which he unfolds, swiss army knife like, what is clearly a lockpick.]

Thank you~!