Edogawa Conan | Kudo Shinichi (
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Just to be put on your shelf.
Who: Conan Edogawa, OPEN.
What: Awkwardness.
When: Day 134, afternoon/evening.
Where: The library, Odin.
Rating: PG!
[The library's copy of The Sign of Four was old but in good condition. Conan knew. He'd already borrowed it twice, re-read it five times. Of all Conan Doyle's work, it was his favourite. Stretching out his hand towards it, Conan hesitated then returned his hand to his pocket.
What do I do if it's not the same?
The thought felt hollow even to himself. Conan frowned at the bookshelf without seeing it. He knew the question he was really asking himself. What do I do if he's right?
Well, it wasn't like he was perfect. Conan's hand shifted to hover over a neighbouring volume, but somehow he didn't feel up to the mockery of A Scandal in Bohemia. Maybe The Five Orange Pips? But that was simple failure. He was never wrong ... The Yellow Face?
But that volume too was left untouched. After all, it wasn't as though Conan wanted him to be wrong. Conan had spent his entire life believing in him, after all. For that to be all untrue--
But what do I do if he's right?
Conan frowned, hand returning to hover over the Sign of Four.
He's been doing this for an hour. Someone send him home.]
What: Awkwardness.
When: Day 134, afternoon/evening.
Where: The library, Odin.
Rating: PG!
[The library's copy of The Sign of Four was old but in good condition. Conan knew. He'd already borrowed it twice, re-read it five times. Of all Conan Doyle's work, it was his favourite. Stretching out his hand towards it, Conan hesitated then returned his hand to his pocket.
What do I do if it's not the same?
The thought felt hollow even to himself. Conan frowned at the bookshelf without seeing it. He knew the question he was really asking himself. What do I do if he's right?
Well, it wasn't like he was perfect. Conan's hand shifted to hover over a neighbouring volume, but somehow he didn't feel up to the mockery of A Scandal in Bohemia. Maybe The Five Orange Pips? But that was simple failure. He was never wrong ... The Yellow Face?
But that volume too was left untouched. After all, it wasn't as though Conan wanted him to be wrong. Conan had spent his entire life believing in him, after all. For that to be all untrue--
But what do I do if he's right?
Conan frowned, hand returning to hover over the Sign of Four.
He's been doing this for an hour. Someone send him home.]
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((ooc: okay to assume?))
handwave is fine!
/o/
There's a couple of specialists in child psychology attached to the Tokyo Metropolitan. They're there to assess child witnesses and make sure they feel comfortable when giving their statements ... I guess I know them pretty well by now!
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... that probably means it's a bit irrational. She pockets that fear for now, focussing on the rest of what he said.]
That's comforting. I thought they'd have to know everything about you and your past. I guess... I could do that, then.
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[She turns down a backalley, taking a shortcut to Freyr.] We should be there in a few minutes. This will open out into Freyr.
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