Current mood:	tired
Entry tags:	detective conan/magic kaito, drabble, series:rooftop conversations

"If you love something, set it free." Kid quoted as he stared up at the stars from his perch on the Mouri residence rooftop. "If it comes back to you, it's yours forever. If it doesn't, it never was."

"Unless you're a homicidal maniac." Conan snarked, just a touch of bitterness in his tone. "Then, it's 'If it doesn't, hunt it down and kill it." He'd had such a case earlier today and the memories distastefully lingered.

"Or a bad fanfic." Kid shrugged. "In which case, if it comes back to you, it's probably Stockholm Syndrome."

"Thank you 'Mr. I Break the Fourth Wall'."

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