The vigorous scratching at his hair only proved that Conan hadn’t brushed his hair at all day that, the knots and small tangles catching on the thieve’s gloved hand. Feeling it yank and jerk at his head, the boy let out a pained whine and slapped at the air wildly.
“What the hell are you doing?!”
“Jeeze, and people think my hair is bad… Just hold still a second…”
If Kid could fix his own hair to look like a certain detective, straightening this out to look decent shouldn’t be too hard… Though, at least his hair wasn’t quite so tangled when he had to do it…
His hands slowed, gently picking apart the worse bunches and ignoring the chibi’s protesting before combing through more smoothly.
“There~ Somewhat better…” He paused, then smirked. “Unless of course you were trying to match mine this time, in which case…”
The thief ruffled the other’s hair, just enough to look messier, but still a lot neater than it had been…
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