#29 - Locks [64 damn prompts]
“You know,” Conan drawled, “for a thief you sure do suck at getting this lock undone.”
Kid twitched from his position in front of the door, fiddling with the multitude of locks - who puts almost 20 locks on a door anyways? He thought it was bit overkill for a simple office room.
With his back toward the shrunken detective, Kid allowed his expression to twist into one of annoyance. Not only at being stuck with the brat, who was being no help with all the talk and at the blasted locks.
Kid could understand the locks to keep anyone out but the locks were outside the bloody door. The thief really didn’t want to know why someone was locking another person inside the room, all he wanted was to get out of said room and maybe toss the brat at the equally annoying brit.
If they both were at his next heist, he was tying them up and shoving them in a closet while he stole the jewel. Kid hummed at his thoughts, and success, as the fifth lock clicked open. Shame there wasn’t any windows. That would have been an easy escape and then he could have just tied Conan to hang from the ceiling or some other embarrassing tactic.
A deep sigh came from behind him where he knew the brat was sprawled across the empty desk. “Move; I’m breaking the door down.”
Kid looked back over his shoulder, eyeing Conan as he jumped off the desk. “And if it doesn’t work?”
The shoes shot lightning as a finger poised over the button for the soccer belt, “I’ll kick another until the door breaks down. Now move.”
Kid did just that, sliding behind the desk should the ball bounce back. He’d been hit with it enough times thank you very much.
Hunching over with his hands over his ears to block out the sounds, Kid tried not to groan - Kid did not groan - as the sound of screeching metal still penetrated his ears. Deeming it safe after a few seconds, the thief looked over the desk. Sweat rolled down his face as he took in a too smug brat and a dented door with looks twisted and mangled from ripping away, even the casing was depressing to look at with wood pulled away from the frame.
Walking out to stand by the detective, Kid waited until Conan turned to look up at him before spraying pink gas into the young face.
And being the gentleman that he was, Kid made sure to leave the brat tied up where he could easily be found with a notice and the stolen jewel.
Kid twitched from his position in front of the door, fiddling with the multitude of locks - who puts almost 20 locks on a door anyways? He thought it was bit overkill for a simple office room.
With his back toward the shrunken detective, Kid allowed his expression to twist into one of annoyance. Not only at being stuck with the brat, who was being no help with all the talk and at the blasted locks.
Kid could understand the locks to keep anyone out but the locks were outside the bloody door. The thief really didn’t want to know why someone was locking another person inside the room, all he wanted was to get out of said room and maybe toss the brat at the equally annoying brit.
If they both were at his next heist, he was tying them up and shoving them in a closet while he stole the jewel. Kid hummed at his thoughts, and success, as the fifth lock clicked open. Shame there wasn’t any windows. That would have been an easy escape and then he could have just tied Conan to hang from the ceiling or some other embarrassing tactic.
A deep sigh came from behind him where he knew the brat was sprawled across the empty desk. “Move; I’m breaking the door down.”
Kid looked back over his shoulder, eyeing Conan as he jumped off the desk. “And if it doesn’t work?”
The shoes shot lightning as a finger poised over the button for the soccer belt, “I’ll kick another until the door breaks down. Now move.”
Kid did just that, sliding behind the desk should the ball bounce back. He’d been hit with it enough times thank you very much.
Hunching over with his hands over his ears to block out the sounds, Kid tried not to groan - Kid did not groan - as the sound of screeching metal still penetrated his ears. Deeming it safe after a few seconds, the thief looked over the desk. Sweat rolled down his face as he took in a too smug brat and a dented door with looks twisted and mangled from ripping away, even the casing was depressing to look at with wood pulled away from the frame.
Walking out to stand by the detective, Kid waited until Conan turned to look up at him before spraying pink gas into the young face.
And being the gentleman that he was, Kid made sure to leave the brat tied up where he could easily be found with a notice and the stolen jewel.