It’s a little early, but he hands the thief a small slip of paper that reads: no soccer balls to the face. It’s a weak promise, but he should be glad he got anything from the tiny detective.

Kid blinked, taking the paper from the other with no small amount of caution. For as known for tricks as he was, the thief didn’t exactly have much faith when it came to the chibi giving him anything… And let’s face it, the things that had been given were mostly filled with promises of pain. Or being knocked unconscious. Or, you know, that one time he agreed to a request for help, given very little information along with a cellphone, and then ended up held at gunpoint and almost blown up.

…Yeah, a little wary of Conan giving anything.

But after reading what was written on the note, maybe it was okay this time? It was Christmas, after all…

He smiled and looked back over to the detective, taking a moment to put the paper in a pocket before kneeling down to the other and giving him a small, one armed hug. Best not to push his luck while the other was trying to be nice…. Else he might have picked up the chibi again.

“Thank you, tantei-kun~”