Hattori stuck his tongue out at Conan playfully. Yes, even in a situation like this the Osakan could still find humor.
The handcuffs were getting really annoying. He wanted to hurry as fast as he could, but also not trip Conan up. Would it be faster just to carry him?
Hearing a couple loud angry voices from the bottom of the stairs, Hattori scooped Conan up and bolted towards another stairwell leading to the second floor. If he remembered right, it was on the east side of the house with windows over looking the ruins of the family gardens. Just as he reached the top of the stairs, he ducked them both into a room after hearing another, much lighter set of foot steps coming from further down the hall.
The room turned out to be a guest bedroom that had seen far better days. Hattori put Conan down and whispered, "I think it's a servant. Do you remember which door is the study?"
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Date: 2019-02-01 02:43 am (UTC)The handcuffs were getting really annoying. He wanted to hurry as fast as he could, but also not trip Conan up. Would it be faster just to carry him?
Hearing a couple loud angry voices from the bottom of the stairs, Hattori scooped Conan up and bolted towards another stairwell leading to the second floor. If he remembered right, it was on the east side of the house with windows over looking the ruins of the family gardens. Just as he reached the top of the stairs, he ducked them both into a room after hearing another, much lighter set of foot steps coming from further down the hall.
The room turned out to be a guest bedroom that had seen far better days. Hattori put Conan down and whispered, "I think it's a servant. Do you remember which door is the study?"