#sleepingsleuth

It wasn’t particularly planned out to go this way, but it ended up that the heist actually was close enough to where tantei-kun was visiting, so the oddly sharp detective had in fact decided to participate. Which meant that his guardians came along as well.

Nothing too troublesome, just more dangers to be wary of. In the meantime, though, Kid was a little curious as to what the older detective was thinking of him, however, and decided that he could risk having another chat with the guy. If only to satisfy the chafing of not knowing what the man planned to do. He apparently hadn’t told the others about Pandora, but... Well, he’d see.

The heist began with a bang as it always did, as Kid detonated a few smoke bombs around the glass case that protected the jewel of tonight -- he slipped out from the task force with ease and stood behind the case as the smoke cleared, having shed his disguise instants beforehand.

Zelda Hakuba: 'I'M NOT THE MORON'

Zelda Hakuba: 'I CAN'T CONTROL THEM'

mama hen: 'But you're the one I'm worried about the most, damn it.'

Zelda Hakuba: 'Why's that?'

Zelda Hakuba: 'I'm talking about my other versions'

mama hen: 'Because you're my friend. The closest one I've got.'

.

'I know that.'

Zelda Hakuba: 'You knew about us?'

Zelda Hakuba: 'He knows about us'

mama hen: 'I know about your alternates.'

Zelda Hakuba: 'We're talking about our alternate'

Zelda Hakuba: 'WHY IS THAT SUCH A SURPRISE'

mama hen: 'I KNOW ABOUT ALL OF YOU DAMMIT.'

'Surprise, he isn't the only one with alternates.'

'WHO THE FUCK-'

Zelda Hakuba: 'You often seem oblivious alternate'

Shinichi could deal with certain people    not seeing him. He could accept the    fact that he was dead now -- nothing    he could really do about it now,    anyway. He could even take in the    fact that he wouldn’t be able to eat    anymore. No more lemon pie, no    more iced coffee, and no more of    Ran’s cooking.

Yes, it was able to tolerate that he    couldn’t do a great many things now,    but the one thing he couldn’t accept    was how dense Kogoro was.

Face in hand, he watched the man fumble    through another crack deduction. Oh,    he wanted so badly to point out he    obvious clue glaring at him from across    the room, but he couldn’t! Sure, he could    make noises and maybe knocked a few    small objects over, but that wouldn’t    have nearly as much effect as he would    like.

*Ginzo threw a small rock at the window of the Mouri detective agency. He hid in the shadows nearby and was throwing rocks to get someone’s attention. He hated to ask for help from this one, but the boy also lived here and he didn’t feel he had many options. He could ask those in the police that he trusted but he didn’t want to endanger them. He kept throwing little rocks at the window until he was heard.*