Taking a sip from the can, Kaito turned back to Conan. It did not escape his notice that Conan did not answer his question at all.[Not surprising to Kaito, he knows Conan is Kudou.]
So this is how you want to play, eh?
Grinning widely now, Kaito leaned against the fridge. “Ah, a cold drink in a hot day is sure refreshing. Say, Conan-kun, do you want to come with me to visit an Ice-cream store?” He winks at Conan. “That way, you could tell me all about yourself. After all, its not like we met before.”
For some reason, that pissed Conan off a little. What did the other mean with “it’s not like we met before”? It had felt like they did and Kaito’s behaviour only made him more suspicious. But where… Where did he know him from?
“Hmn! I get it” he replied, his smile fake but as cheery as possible. “So that means Kaito-niichan–”
…. Huh? A certain thought suddenly interrupted him. “Kaito”? That’s weird… For some reason that name felt really familiar. Haha… it can’t be. He frantically started waving around with his hands.
“I-I mean..! Will Kaito-niichan treat me then?”
