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Shinichi hadn’t even stirred as KID rolled over and curled up to him, though he seemed to relax just a little. He was a heavy sleeper when comfortable, unless he was having nightmares, and he trusted KID so there was no reason to not be able to sleep through movements on the bed. 

Though when the blanket was laid over him he shifted enough to snuggle under it’s warmth, leaning in to the thief’s touch as a soft smile settled on his face. He frowned some as KID pulled away and climbed from the bed. He couldn’t help but to roll over to where his magician had been and curled up in his warmth. 

It wasn’t much longer before he actually found himself waking up, a bit earlier then his usual time, staring at the closed door. Sitting up and stretching, he seemed to have forgotten that the thief had actually been there in his not fully awakeness yet and moved to slide from the bed.

He definitely needed some coffee, though he couldn’t help but feel like something was missing or off. Well he’d figure it out once his brain was functioning like it should. A half asleep zombie of a detective made his way down the stairs and into the kitchen.

One of these days (or nights, more likely), he was going to have to thoroughly explore the Kudo house and learn where everything was. He probably should have already, but he was normally more focused on coming to see the detective than he was on learning what was in said detective’s kitchen.

Which, for the record, wasn’t much.

Made it easier to find what he was looking for, but Kid wasn’t really all that happy knowing that coffee was practically the only thing to find. Not that he was really one to talk, not having the best variety of food sitting in his own home, but at least he had more than just a few meal options… if what little he found in the other’s cupboards and fridge could even be made into a meal.

…No, he has to live off of more than just bread and coffee… Wait, how often does he eat anyway?

Yeah, most of his own concerns about last night and secrets had been pushed aside upon seeing what little Shinichi seemed to live off of. True, he could see the other not actually making much himself, but- at least keep a decent stock of food for when take-out isn’t an option, tantei-kun…

In the end, he just shook his head and started preparing the coffee because he was not going to go into a lecture on bad habits with a detective, especially considering it would probably lose at least a bit of meaning coming from someone who has restless fingers that liked to play with others a bit too much and jumps off high buildings from time to time.

The thief almost didn’t notice Shinichi coming in, somewhat busy with leaning against the counter, eyes closed and hand spread across his face as he sighed and tried ignoring the headache that was now wanting to make itself known. However, he did open his eyes when he picked up a sound not related to the brown liquid brewing off to the side and froze for a second, still not quite settled down from the previous worries.

He recovered quickly though, lowering his arm and smiling at the sleepy detective.

“Good morning, tantei-kun.~”