Not Quite Forgotten (Fanfic100)
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candyficsTitle: Not Quite Forgotten
Fandom: Detective Conan
Characters: Eri/Kogoro (General series)
Prompt: #91—birthday
Word Count: 189 words
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: I do not own Detective Conan. It all belongs to Gosho Aoyama. I simply borrow the characters, tie them up, and dance them around like life-sized puppets. I do wish they’d stop complaining.
Summary: She was certain that he’d blown it, until… Eri/Kogoro
He’d forgotten.
How could he forget? The man was impossible!
She supposed that she should be fair. Kogoro had been forgetful about this kind of thing long before they had separated. Logic said that it would still be hopeless, especially after ten years of not being under the same roof.
Still, Eri couldn’t help but get her hopes up.
But really—no phone call, no card…nothing.
The man was insufferable.
Eri sighed. She should really learn not to expect things from him.
She parked her car and climbed out, pausing only long enough to collect her briefcase. And she stopped to check her mailbox outside her apartment building. There were the usual things—advertisements, bills, junk mail…and a pale blue envelope, a little larger than an average one. Her name and address were inscribed in a very familiar, messy handwriting; there was no return address, though.
Flipping the envelope over, she broke the seal and opened it. A birthday card slid from the envelope into her hand.
She didn’t even have to look to see who it was from. It seemed that he hadn’t quite forgotten.
Happy birthday, indeed.
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1sentence set on Eri and Kogoro. Thanks for reading, all! Much love!
Fandom: Detective Conan
Characters: Eri/Kogoro (General series)
Prompt: #91—birthday
Word Count: 189 words
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: I do not own Detective Conan. It all belongs to Gosho Aoyama. I simply borrow the characters, tie them up, and dance them around like life-sized puppets. I do wish they’d stop complaining.
Summary: She was certain that he’d blown it, until… Eri/Kogoro
He’d forgotten.
How could he forget? The man was impossible!
She supposed that she should be fair. Kogoro had been forgetful about this kind of thing long before they had separated. Logic said that it would still be hopeless, especially after ten years of not being under the same roof.
Still, Eri couldn’t help but get her hopes up.
But really—no phone call, no card…nothing.
The man was insufferable.
Eri sighed. She should really learn not to expect things from him.
She parked her car and climbed out, pausing only long enough to collect her briefcase. And she stopped to check her mailbox outside her apartment building. There were the usual things—advertisements, bills, junk mail…and a pale blue envelope, a little larger than an average one. Her name and address were inscribed in a very familiar, messy handwriting; there was no return address, though.
Flipping the envelope over, she broke the seal and opened it. A birthday card slid from the envelope into her hand.
She didn’t even have to look to see who it was from. It seemed that he hadn’t quite forgotten.
Happy birthday, indeed.
PS. Expanded from a sentence from my
1sentence set on Eri and Kogoro. Thanks for reading, all! Much love!
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