Still no brain but that sounds about right.

[ickaimp]

*leaaaan* TGA Doodle

My Humorscope for the day reads:
You will contemplate nothingness today, but somethingness will keep intruding upon your thoughts.
-and-
Beware of galoots, today.

Fair enough. ^^;;

KAOS people? I have no idea what Project Kracken was, but it involved kayaks and umbrellas and looks made of massive awesome so huge squeeing to you. ^__^

Comments

[basal-surge.livejournal.com]

Hmm. I meet the second definition of Galoot given on that wikipedia page, but being from the south of NZ, actually use the word in the older scots usage.

[kmwannabe.livejournal.com]

Is Conan just...leaning against him? I can't really tell from the size (or maybe it's mum's laptop).

-Saitaina (one day, I will reply under my own name)

[joisbishmyoga.livejournal.com]

Is Conan hiding/cringing against Kaito, or did Kaito accidentally poof him into existance, or something different? Poor guy. eeesocuteanyway

[ickaimp.livejournal.com]

Kaito was startled by the sudden pressure against his leg as he set about making dinner. He'd heard someone enter the room a few minutes prior, but had dismissed the person's presence in exchange for not cutting off his fingers with the kitchen blade.

He glanced over his shoulder, then peered down, lifting his arm up for a better view. Conan.... CONAN was leaning against him, eyes partially closed as he lean against Kaito's legs.

Kaito stared for a minute. Conan hardly ever wanted physical contact, rarer even for him to initiated it.

Conan shifted slightly, as if uncomfortable by Kaito's silent scrutiny. "Been a long day." He muttered surlily, but didn't move away.

"Okay." Kaito agreed blandly, still not quite sure what to make of the change of events. He turned back towards the kitchen counter, stealing a slice of the carrot he was cutting and munching on it. He offered a slice to Conan, quietly took it and ate it, resolutely staring in the other direction.

Kaito mentally shrugged to himself and went back to work. There were days when his detectives were harder than cats to figure out.

But they all had days when it was nice to know that someone was there if you needed it.

-fin-