Okay. I wasn’t expecting that. Wiping off the gooey mess on his face, he glared at the little kid. How did he get one anyways… Ah, I don’t really care…
Man, he looks pissed. Does he have a sense of humour? Looking at him from the corner of his eye, he grumbled.At least it seems that he is still as quick as ever…
“Why, thank you, Conan-kun. It seems that you missed me too.”
No, Kaito. Conan did not have a sense of humour. One could suspect the disappearance of his humour and his stoic way of dealing with murder cases were correlated.
“Why wouldn’t I have missed you, onii-chan?” Conan took out a hankerchief as he asked that, cleaning the remaining pie off his face with it.
