RL: Ran and Conan

[edogawa_4869]

To say Conan was annoyed was an understatement. The small detective had somehow managed to get Popsicle sticks glued to each of his fingers, knock down what he'd already had and spill the glue on the table

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[karates_doors]

Ran wandered into the kitchen in her usual pair of pajamas, an oversized flannel top and matching pants. Her hair was still messy from her attempts to go to sleep, but she was, unfortunately, still wide-eyed and awake. She was trying her best not to worry about Shinichi, but her best attempts didn't seem to be doing any good tonight, and she could only be grateful that she didn't have school in the morning

[edogawa_4869]

Conan blushed hard and desperately tried not to think about how Ran was pressed into him. His mind was already wandering to places he really didn't want it to be.

"Baker Street..." He answered her. "But it didn't really turn out so great."

[karates_doors]

Oblivious, Ran patiently held him up while he washed the glue off his hands. "That shouldn't be too hard. You just need to make a few houses, right?"

[edogawa_4869]

"Yeah, but I can't the get the Popsicle sticks to stay." He admitted, letting her help him wash his hands off, ordinarily he'd refuse, but in this case he didn't mind so much.

"I thought about trying superglue... but I think that would have turned out worse."