#angrysoccer

aah ur not the only one, same goes for me and my cat -Hugs-

Oh man,,, I’m so sorry for your loss there my friend...

Our muses are snowed in together, send  ⛄️  for them to cuddle for warmth!

Being in a child’s body came with three primary problems: being small, being ignored, and being fussed over. Every single one of these things was coming into play right now.

They’d been snowed into the police department as bad weather hit Paris in the middle of the case the Old Man was involved with, and the thin emergency blankets weren’t doing anyone much good. Ran had been particularly worried about Conan catching a cold - which wasn’t unreasonable, the APTX had more or less kneecapped his immune system and colds were always the worst - and had tucked him against her for as long as she could stay awake to keep them both as warm as possible. 

But it was getting late, and so, needing rest, she had passed him (ignoring all his protests, no matter how whiny he got) on to the one they’d come to call Detective Charlie. He couldn’t fault Ran for assuming they’d form a man-to-man bond like he had with Hattori through the bonding act of sharing a blanket to keep warm, but sitting on the lap of a practical stranger was so much weirder when you were actually seventeen… 

The shrunken detective scowled, resigning himself to his fate of being held and shifting back a few inches so he wasn’t perched right on the edge of Charlie’s knees. Might as well get comfortable. However, relocating himself closer against the detective’s front made Conan pause and glance back, expression thoroughly confused for a moment before his brows lifted in surprise.