O-w. Having unsecured breasts do not make for good bumping pads. It takes her a few seconds to recover from the newly found pain, and then stare in absolute horror as the person in offense just happens to be looking at her ID.
Now, what to be more worried about. Having her name out or having him notice that she’s a girl with a very loud ‘m’ printed on the piece of plastic.
“Something like that.” She feigns anything but a shocked expression and takes the identification symbol back, crouching down to pick up the rest of the notes scattered on the floor and taking a deep breath to compose herself. “Sorry, I wasn’t looking ahead of me, I—” Wait… he looked an awful lot like someone she knew. Not necessarily the same, but there were very obvious similarities.
“Excuse me but… do you have a little brother?”
“Eh?”
That was a rather random question. Why did that even matter right now? A younger brother… Maybe she knew Conan? But that should be impossible–
….. C-ta.
Another good glance at the other made everything finally click together. The brown hair, the familiar face – the name on the freaking card. This person was C-ta, wasn’t she? But this was rather strange… he recalled her being a guy before! It even says so on the ID. So now…
…. But hiding his own identity was more important.
“N-no…” his answer was rather hesitant, “I don’t. Maybe you are mistaken?”
Please don’t see Conan in me. Please don’t see Conan in me. Please don’t see Conan in me.
