“That explains the tail,” he watched the appendage sway side-to-side until he was gathered up in the thief’s lap, “o–oi! I never agreed to this.”
He shifted and wiggled, but was unable to escape his human prison KID had created around him. Dammit. “How long are you going to keep me for?”
“Dunno… B’t don’t w’rry, I’ll ret’rn ya ev’ntually~” A faint smile at that. Yep, he’s clearly stolen the little detective at the moment. And he’s not being stun-gunned for it~
…And if there’s a noise, don’t worry. The thief’s just started to quietly purr, nuzzling Conan’s hair a bit. Very much a cuddle mood.
((I don’t think I’ve ever been intimidated by a double of my muse, but I second this because I think it can lead to some seriously interesting and introspective threads for the muses themselves by being made to interact with other versions of themselves, and being made to see their similarities and differences. It can make the muse suddenly be very aware of themselves and decide to change some parts they don’t like about themselves, and overall discover things about themselves that they might never have otherwise.))
“Oh? But it sounds like you were thinking of something interesting… I would love to hear what ‘highly inappropriate’ things you thought the thief would do… Are you sure you don’t want to tell me?~”
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