*has switched to Hallway-Ninja-Between-Classes mode*
I would be willing to settle for Sonoko-centric where she spends most of the fic missing Makoto (or pretending not to miss him, either way), and then gets a letter or a package from him or something.
I see where you're coming from, but that would have to be a damn special mood for her to pull that off. I could see her turning Kaito down and then later feeling guilty about it and propositioning him herself, though.
XD I'll see what I can do.
See, here's the problem. Now I have a plunny for the nearly-during-canon version. And it has a beginning, and an ending, and now all it needs is the filling in the middle. And then I get to write about Conan glaring at his (very flat, still comfortable) pants and muttering about how much he misses puberty some days.
(Well, he's scarred as far as life experiences go, I guess? And in regards to how he veiws society and stuff. But he's not yet messed up really good in regards to his parents and their love life. I don't know if he's even put two and two together that they have a love life yet, genius detective or not. I mean, how many of us are comfortable with the idea of our parents having sex by the time we turn seventeen? It didn't, to the best of my knowledge, but I'm sorely tempted to write it now. *glaaaaares at them*
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Date: 2007-08-23 04:33 pm (UTC)I would be willing to settle for Sonoko-centric where she spends most of the fic missing Makoto (or pretending not to miss him, either way), and then gets a letter or a package from him or something.
I see where you're coming from, but that would have to be a damn special mood for her to pull that off. I could see her turning Kaito down and then later feeling guilty about it and propositioning him herself, though.
XD I'll see what I can do.
See, here's the problem. Now I have a plunny for the nearly-during-canon version. And it has a beginning, and an ending, and now all it needs is the filling in the middle. And then I get to write about Conan glaring at his (very flat, still comfortable) pants and muttering about how much he misses puberty some days.
(Well, he's scarred as far as life experiences go, I guess? And in regards to how he veiws society and stuff. But he's not yet messed up really good in regards to his parents and their love life. I don't know if he's even put two and two together that they have a love life yet, genius detective or not. I mean, how many of us are comfortable with the idea of our parents having sex by the time we turn seventeen?
It didn't, to the best of my knowledge, but I'm sorely tempted to write it now.*glaaaaares at them*