Startled, nerves already on edge, Ran barely bites back a yelp at the sudden touch. Though there's only a note of sound in her throat, she can't help the flinch; on instinct, her body twitches sharply as Christina's hand lands, trying to pull back.
"W-What?" Her eyes flick towards the vanity -- towards the pictures and the dartboard. From this distance, it's too hard to see. Twisting away from the touch, she pulls around Christina, stepping in that direction.
The vanity is piled with articles. Photographs. It doesn't take long for Ran to learn that there's a pattern to them -- the articles are Shinichi, predominantly, and of his cases. There's one short announcement of Ran winning the regional karate championship. And the photographs . . . they're of Shinichi, of herself, of Conan, and a couple of Yukiko.
The pictures above on the wall . . . they're ones she's seen before, in the hands of Jodie. Pictures of herself, of Shinichi, labeled with "Angel" and "Cool Guy."
She feels fingers close around her stomach, squeeze hard.
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"W-What?" Her eyes flick towards the vanity -- towards the pictures and the dartboard. From this distance, it's too hard to see. Twisting away from the touch, she pulls around Christina, stepping in that direction.
The vanity is piled with articles. Photographs. It doesn't take long for Ran to learn that there's a pattern to them -- the articles are Shinichi, predominantly, and of his cases. There's one short announcement of Ran winning the regional karate championship. And the photographs . . . they're of Shinichi, of herself, of Conan, and a couple of Yukiko.
The pictures above on the wall . . . they're ones she's seen before, in the hands of Jodie. Pictures of herself, of Shinichi, labeled with "Angel" and "Cool Guy."
She feels fingers close around her stomach, squeeze hard.
"I don't-- How do you have these?"
Why does she have these?