*yawn*

“Oh, there are tons... Princess ghosts that are out to kill, ghosts of children that can bring luck or misfortune. Or ghosts of female royalty that used to be pretty but have lost their youth and now eat those that cross on their property.” Counting on his fingers he hummed, trying to remember if there were any examples nearby he could show him.

Making a sad noise he sat down, staring at his paws as he hit the floor in frustration. All he could do was hop on the kid’s shoulder and hope he could reach the name, but it seemed impossible.

He still tried, however, turning around quickly and running around Conan then jumping on his small shoulder while hoping he’d not hurt him or cause him to fall over. Luckily enough the boy kept his balance as Masago once more pawed at the railway map, this time just able to touch the name of the station he’d needed to go to.

Harry Potter Aesthetics: Gryffindor

Which was simple enough to do, really. Once he changed, he followed the other downstairs to the office and then to the restaurant, keeping silent as the shadow he was apparently pretending to be. Sat down hesitantly, but – slightly contentedly, tempted to pull his legs up in the chair. Didn’t, though. Felt like such wouldn’t exactly be fitting…

Pricking at his own pancakes he glanced at his watch then at the door, wondering if anyone would show up early today. Mine had a habit of always being early, but he hadn’t spotted the nurse yet.

Im allowed to pick on my sibling, but if you so much as look at them                                  wrong I will unscrew your freaking head. 

He did have to acknowledge that it might take more than a couple of days for them to solve it, but he hoped that he would be allowed to keep the information provided to him.

“Here you go,” Azusa leaned in carefully and set down a plate of sandwiches between them while trying to discreetly glance over the things spread out along the table. She looked like she was about to dismiss herself when she noticed something, “wait, I know that place. I have a friend that lives on the second floor.”

“You do?” Conan sat back and took a sandwich into his hand.

“Mhmm. She told me that someone on one of the higher floors was arrested for drug dealing, if I remember right. She said there was something else, too, but I can’t remember.”

“Thank you miss.” He said, then blinked when she recognised the files. Listening to her story he frowned, knowing exactly what event she was talking about. It’d been one of the suspects that had been arrested, and he remembered very well who it had been. 

“That’d be Orochi-san.” He said quickly. “He’d been on the watch list for being involved in gang activity before the murder and after we managed to get evidence on him being involved with drugs dealings and the sort. I think he was released last year for good behaviour. Last time I checked he still owned the flat above Akita’s.”

Damn! Had he not been subtle enough? He had to admit that there was something exciting about today’s case, and it had been a while since he last felt this eager to solve a puzzle this complicated. His gumption may have gotten the better of him, and Haibara wasn’t there to reel him in.

“I’m 29.” He responded, rubbing his chin. “Why, can’t a man be curious?” He gave the boy a grin, but it wasn’t hard to tell he didn’t fully believe him. Masago was much more than curious, he was suspicious.

“You just seem... Very mature for your age, so I wondered.” He observed the other, noticing his nervousness, and part of him was sure he’d asked about something that the boy would rather not talk about.

Conan was hiding something.

“Well then, maybe you should head back to Mouri-chan. I’ll handle the rest of the paperwork~.” He ruffled the boy’s hair, then pushed him back into the room where the Mouris were giving their statements to Megure Keibu, making sure he was standing near the two before sneaking off.

She didn’t mind in the slightest that he mentioned his family, since it reminded her of her own father. He had always been so openly proud of his family, at least from what she could remember. Wanted to spoil his kids rotten, too, but Madison was glad he hadn’t.

“I’m gonna go look around,” she waited for him to occupy himself before running off to look at a few things of her own. No surprise when she made a beeline for the candy. It was her weakness, and she’d be darned if she missed out on the chance to eat foreign sweets.

By the time Masago was done with the hair ornaments, Madison had returned with a week’s worth of candy and a few other things. She only hoped that her niece would like what she’d gotten her, but she was picky and hard to please.

“It’s okay!” Adjusting her bags as best as she could, she followed beside Masago. There was a little more distance between the two of them now that she wasn’t as nervous about losing track of him, but there was still that same look of awe and excitement on her face.

There was a moment of silence as Madison took in the sights. She quietly admired the gargantuan gate and anything else that was visible from where she stood. She wasn’t sure why, but she felt so at peace just by looking at everything.

“Do you want some green tea ice? They have some at the stand over there.” He asked, pointing at a small stall where people were lined up for what seemed only matcha tea products. “I’m not sure if you’ve had it before, but it’s pretty good.”