Just Wanna Do Something Silly With His Cape? Cloak? Mantle? Idk

Just wanna do something silly with his cape? cloak? mantle? idk

But anyway-

Oh my god I was wondering why your Kaito!Shinichi was so blank faced in the fanart but he really was like that XD

I wanna know what was going through his mind at that point XD

making kaito make that expression the entirety of the ordeal is peak comedy. like you know at that point kaito definitely gave up trying to convince hakuba he's not Kid

additionally this is the distance hakuba claims he's willing to walk to the MPD while fireman carrying an internationally wanted thief:

what was he on about

Kaito kid in Detective Conan: suave, impossible to catch, and one step ahead of everyone else

Kaito kid in Magic Kaito: oh fuck fuck fuck God damn it there goes my plan just got to get the stupid jewel oh this is going to hurt tomorrow

thinking. About the kid signatures in the MK manga

When I was 19 or 20, I sewed myself a wool dress for medieval re-enactments. I hated it almost as soon as I put it on. The bodice was cut wrong; the lacing was uneven; the colour was garish; the front closure was historically inaccurate; the embellishments were sewn on with terrible thread. Wearing it, I was constantly aware of its myriad flaws.

Then in my twenties I hit my adult metabolism and didn’t fit into any of my old clothes anymore. I gave my old dresses to my foster mother, who sells costumes for a living, and the green dress sold. It entered the local medieval re-enactment secondhand economy.

Every time I go to an event, someone different is wearing my green dress. It draws my eyes because it’s a lovely colour and the fabric—real wool and enough of it—moves beautifully with the wearer’s body. I never recognize it at first, because every wearer has worn it a different way; it can be mixed and matched, dressed up and down, moved around a good century of history. From ten feet away its lacing looks elegant, its embellishments beautiful gracenotes. I think: Oh my god, that dress looks beautiful. Wait a minute, that’s MY DRESS.

That dress teaches me, every time I see it, to stop looking at myself through such critical eyes. That dress doesn’t just look good, it looks better than most other dresses in its category, because I put in the time and the effort (including using pliers to force a needle through six layers of wool) to make sure it was done right.

It’s my reminder that sometimes the things I do are actually good, and if I indulge my natural tendency to criticize myself in everything, I’ll end up missing when I’m actually awesome.

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