“Maybe… you just happen to look like Conan— ah, I guess it doesn’t matter.”
It does matter, he looks far too much like him, but maybe he’d just been tuck in the same situation she was, and it’s not like she wants to explain the difference between the gender on her ID and the one she’s stuck in right now. “You might know him? He leads the investigation, I’m sure you’ve heard of him.”
That kid has a habit of showing up where his age makes people question him.
“Either way.” Either way, it’s time to get moving. The more she talks to this guy, she closer she is to him questioning her identity. Of course, with the topic of siblings on hand, she can always say she’s a sibling of… herself, whom is using the ID for citizenship purposes, but then she’d have to come up with a new persona.
C-ta… C-ko? C-ne… pfft, even those were too close.
“I should go pay for this.”
“Oh, that kid in glasses?” Well, he might as well try to wing this. It wouldn’t be strange for someone by now to know of Conan, right? About everyone in the city knew him by now.
“Yeah, I’ve heard of him. Shows up unexpected, interested in murder cases, quite intelligent if you ask me.” Hehe, he just praised himself. Wow. Well, not like he really lied. Many people seemed to think Conan was pretty smart for his age.
The other’s words flung him back into reality. He was shopping for clothes at the moment, they both were. Would it be proper to walk the other to the register? He needed to pay for his own items too, after all…
“Let’s go together.” A pause, a quick glance at C-ta. “Maybe I could treat you to a drink afterwards? As an apology for bumping into you, I mean.”
More like an excuse to give him time to investigate the brunette. Her being C-ta was kind of a shock, so he wanted to make sure.
