The detective practically swooned where he stood in the wake of that phantom thief, letting out a long, contented sigh. There was never a way to really predict when he’d strike; apparently, heist notes were only stealing precious stones, not hearts.
“God damn that Kaitou KID.” ~<3
“Today has been a good day, hasn’t it?”
“You still have 46 drafts and 41 messages in your inbox, and are behind on the 30 day challenge by 3-4 days, plus angst week is coming up next week. Annnd I’ve been neglecting Conan because of you.”
“Yes, that may be true, but today was still a very good day.”