#bourbon (dcmk)

[snoozeeroo]

Just a fun observation Conan, nothing to worry about! 🍷 ⭐

[jaehattori]

bro is tired of his dads fighting

[tatlitte-lian]

My BOYS! and an infiltrated fem Shinichi

[potahun]

been thinking about grocery shopping and akam and how akai would just fill the cart with boxes of ready-to-make curry mix

[blenderfullasarcasm]

"tell me what happened" + "wake up, come on, there's something i wanna show you"

Something pokes Furuya in the cheek and one hand is wrapping around the weapon under his pillow and pointing it at the culprit before his eyes snap open.

He comes face-to-face with Edogawa Conan, looking incredibly unimpressed. "Come on, wake up," he demands, for once sounding like a child his age should.

"Ah, so it's just you, Conan-kun..." Furuya says, painting an amicable smile across his face as he slips into his Amuro Tooru persona as easily as he silently slides his weapon back under his pillow. "You should be careful if you wake someone up like that. You don't know how they'll react."

Conan rolls his eyes. "Sure thing, Amuro-niichan!" he chirps, playing along with Amuro even though it's clear he doesn't see the reason for it.

Furuya is grateful for it, because he knows for a fact that his apartment has been bugged by the Black Organization. It seems he's on thin ice with them at the moment, and he would really rather not have deal with the repercussions of whatever Conan's about to tell him.

(He does not know how Conan knows where Amuro Tooru lives, and Furuya can't ask him right now, when anyone listening might discover that a six-year-old had managed to find his safe house. He doesn't think Bourbon's reputation could take the ding.)

(He makes a note to investigate later, though.)

"So, why are you here, Conan-kun?" Amuro prompts, still smiling genially. "Does Mouri-sensei need me for a case?" he adds, to provide the bugs with a reason that Conan would know his address. Furuya makes his eyes go hard and flat, pouring some of Bourbon into his gaze so that Conan knows he needs to agree.

Conan gets the message. "Yup! Oji-san says you gotta come right away, or he's leaving without you!" he chirps, even as his brow furrows, glancing around Amuro's apartment like the Black Org is made up of amateurs who would leave bugs in plain sight. "There's something I wanna show you first, though!"

Conan's eyes narrow, his gaze piercing and bright, and Furuya knows that this part of their conversation, at least, is not a charade at all.

"Is it the ice cream shop on the corner, I wonder?" Amuro asks dryly, even as he inclines his head slightly in acknowledgement.

Conan forces a giggle that manages to sound mostly natural. "Maaaaaaaaybe..."

"Let me get dressed first," Amuro says, ushering Conan out of his room and into the kitchen. He quickly changes into some of Amuro Tooru's light pastels, ignoring the darker clothing at the other end of his closet, then heads back into the kitchen.

Conan is standing more or less where Amuro left him, and that's how Furuya knows that he's snooped around approximately half of his living space in the five minutes he had taken to change.

(Furuya isn't particularly worried about that, though. There's nothing in this apartment that isn't Amuro's or Bourbon's.)

"Ready to go?" he asks Conan, who nods and scampers over to the door. Amuro follows him at a more sedate pace, which Conan seems to think isn't fast enough.

"Come onnnnnn, Amuro-niichan! We're going to be late!" he hollers from halfway down the hallway as Amuro pauses to lock the door behind him. Amuro frowns slightly, then hurries after him.

"Tell me what happened," Furuya demands, once they're a block away from his building. Something must have happened, if Conan had felt it necessary to invade his apartment so early in the morning.

Conan levels another unimpressed look at him. "You forgot, didn't you?"

Furuya frowns, running through his three mental calendars, only to come up blank. He doesn't have a shift at Poirot today; he isn't meeting Kazami until this evening; and his only current orders are to investigate Mouri Kogoro, who is more than likely planning on spending today watching TV until a new case happens upon him.

(Honestly, Furuya had been planning on spending today catching up on paperwork and laundry.)

Conan sighs, with more exasperation than Furuya thinks is called for. "Mitsuhiko's birthday, remember? You said you were going to take us camping, since the professor has that conference this weekend and Okiya-san's car is too small for all of us."

Furuya's frown deepens. "Mitsuhiko-kun's birthday is next week." He knows this for a fact, because even though Amuro had volunteered to drive the Detective Boys to the campsite on Mitsuhiko's birthday, none of them had seen fit to tell him what day it was. Furuya had asked Kazami to look up Mitsuhiko's birth certificate, and that had taken care of it, or so he had thought.

Conan frowns right back at him. "Yeah? But his parents and his sister are taking him out for dinner that day, so we're going camping the weekend before his actual birthday." Suddenly, his body language turns sheepish. "We...may have forgotten to actually tell you that, though..."

Furuya sighs. There goes his quiet day of doing laundry and paperwork.

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[annakacoyett]

Do you often think about the amount of times Vermouth and Bourbon team ups would cause very distrubing misunderstandings? Like you have a beautiful viper of a woman and an equally pretty blonde operative showing up late together. And because they are both little shits they omitt the exact amount of info to make everyone believe theyre fucking eachother.

Imagine:

Gin, calling an executive meeting: Bourbon, your late. What's your excuse this time?

Rei, satisfied grin on his face knowing how much he's about to piss off Gin: With Vermouth.

Gin, already ticked off: And what were you doing with Vermouth.

Vermouth, strutting in in a negligee while fixing up her lipstick: Helping me make cocktails.

Gin, eyes twitching: And where were you?

Vermouth and Rei, grinning prettily at Gin and replied at the same time: With Bourbon/me.

Everyone else in the background: ...

---

*Two hours earlier*

Rei, coming out from 'A Famous Hotel', blood-soaked from beating that one bastard that made Curacao upset during their last infiltration mission: *stares at Vermouth*

Vermouth, equally bloody from dealing with the guards that harassed Kir last week, exiting from 'Another Famous Hotel' across the street: *stares at Bourbon*

Rei, thinking fast: Ducks.

Vermouth, nodded in understanding: Ducks.

(in case you dont get it, they read 'Murder Your Employer' during their last book club meeting.)

(one famous quote was: If it looks like a duck, swims like a duck, quacks like a duck, but has an alibi--- then its not a duck.)

[raventhekittycat]

Gotta say the animation in ztt was uhhhh not stellar. This was a frame from the ED that was used for a notable amount of time with him walking there without his face improving.

On the other hand i did appreciate that the last face they showed of him before the title in the OP was this one:

They were like yes, yes he his criminally insane. So why are they letting him take care of a dog????? Man only gets 90min of sleep some nights?????

[saanaitoo]

ah rei, what a lovely character

[sagushinfable]

That one Buddy Daddies screenshot except it's Detective Conan

[zimtphilosoph]

X

[snoozeeroo]

worsties!!!!

[jaehattori]

I keep on seeing these on twitter. THEY ARE SO CUTE I WISH I COULD OWN THE KID ONE 😭😭😭

[tatlitte-lian]

Some drawings from last year that I forgot to take a photo

[finnieforkys]

Draw Amuro and Laios meeting, how would you imagine that play out?

I think Laios would unintentionally pissed him off lol

[cozy-kjune]

Lollipop

[bluevelvetea]

AKAM X AO3