Memory loss is absolutely nothing to someone with an eidetic memory, anyway. Just kidding, it’s just not being applied here.
After all, Saguru’s precious storm raiser was back, and he wished he’d been given some sort fo warning so he could tornado proof the castle, but alas, it skipped over his head. Greeting the small goat was much more important, and his hand fell atop its head with an affectionate ruffle of fur.
“They have their moments,” he laughed. “How long do you reckon we have her?”
“Hopefully long enough to teach her how to break into a museum.” Kidding, kidding. Hopefully.
“That aside, though. I don’t really know. It’s almost Christmas, right? So this could be considered a present from the Goat Gods. At the very least, I’d wager we get to keep her around until….New Years?” Not that he’d mind if she stuck around a little bit longer.
He grinned at the sight. “Looks like you’re still good with kids, Sagu.” Ah yes, he missed being able to make these puns.
How do… you forget your lock picks? Have you gotten that careless?
“Oh really.” He crouched down, feigning a look of glee. “Well, you know, Kaito-kun, children your age shouldn’t be using such a foul language– or jokes like that.”
Well he’s been having a hard time finding places to hide his gadgets when he’s suddenly as tall as Conan.
“But Kaito is mature too!” There he went, whining in his best imitation of a little kid and even switching into third person. He was going to make this as painful as possible. “Kaito bets that he’s more mature than Saguru-niichan, too!”
