[ Reality seems to snap immediately back in place except that where Conan had been standing alone there were now two others standing by him. He briefly wonders if the two had seemingly popped into existence but pushes the thought aside as no one seems to be freaking out over it. Besides, he has far more important things to concern himself with. Like finding a suitable place for Holmes and Watson to stay. ]
[ As it's already late he opts to just lead them over to Agasa's for the time being. And after some very brief introductions the small detective slips away to make a phone call to certain other teenage detective. ]
[ Hattori had called him in the middle of the night before. If he was bent out of shape about the call he could get over it. ]
[ He should have kept his mouth shut. Should have lied and told them all he was out with a cold and it'd be better for them to keep their distance for a few days so they wouldn't catch it. But no, he had to say he took the last two days off to move in with his dad. They all wanted to meet him and now he couldn't shake them. ]
[ They knew him too well by now to fall for any of his usual tricks (either that or Haibara helped them) so when he reached the new apartment he was to be staying in with Holmes and Watson the Detective Boys were right behind him. ]
[ This... ]
[ Could be bad. ]
Okay guys, remember to stay on your best behavior and don't annoy him with stupid questions.
[ He isn't opening the door until they've agreed. ]
[Have a cheerful and most enthusiastic, but sadly not reassuring at all, chorus of "haaaaai"s from all three, wearing their best innocent gradeschooler smiles. Ai passed on the offer, claiming to have come down with a bad cold herself (she needed her time off to work on the antidote, really).
This left Conan with Genta, Ayumi, and Mitsuhiko. One to three. At his old disadvantage.]
[They follow him excitedly, Genta barreling in and looking left and right excitedly, Mitsuhiko studying his surroundings, and Ayumi peering curiously around Conan's shoulder.]
Where is he, where is he? [Genta sounds excited and impatient.] I wanna greet him as your master!
[Mitsuhiko laughs awkwardly at Genta's enthusiasm, before Ayumi looks down at her feet.] Ah! Ayumi was so excited, she forgot to take off her shoes!
[... as did the others. Well, they'll leave you alone for a second, at least, to take off their shoes at the door! That's nice and safe.]
[ He could tell them that Holmes wouldn't care if they left their shoes on but if he lets them take the time to take them off then that gives him approximately one minute and thirty seconds to find Holmes and warn him about the three seven years olds that have followed him home. ]
[ He slides away from them easily enough and moves further into the apartment, heading straight for the main room, skidding to a halt once he locates his idol. ]
I thought I should warn you, some of my classmates insisted on following me home. I told them not to.
[given the fact he happens to be wearing his at the moment, no, he wouldn't particularly care about their neglect of proper footwear etiquette.]
[Conan will find the detective sprawled in one of the few chairs occupying the still relatively bare living space, legs stretched out and carefully crossed at the ankle, perusing a newspaper. unfortunately reduced to mostly looking at the pictures, given his currently baleful grasp of the language.]
[at the unfamiliar sound of young commotion from the door, he sits up slightly—and is bolt upright as Conan skitters in and explains the situation. classmates meant children. real children. a painfully fake smile twists his lips at the prospect.]
I'll leave the room to you, then.
[code for the fastest escape attempt to a different room on record. though with the state of his leg, standing still proves to take a few seconds longer than usual.]
[ He had just been about to open his mouth and alert the older that he probably didn't have time for that but that's immediately obvious when the other three burst in, forcing a slight sigh of annoyance from Conan's mouth. ]
[ Yes, how unfair of him to run along and warn the person he was now living with of their presence. ] This is Ayumi, Mitsuhiko and Genta. [ He introduces them lazily before turning back to the three children in attempts to herd them out the door. ]
There, you've met him. Now let's go back to the professor's since he's busy.
[the slightly betrayed smile stays stuck to his face as he turns to face the charging children, setting the newspaper in the abandoned chair as he does so and clasping his hands behind his back. at least two of the three are appropriately quiet for this fraction of a second.]
Nice to meet you.
[it's not going to stop him chatting in English.]
[since he has a strange feeling the herding is going to be about as successful as his fleeing had ended up.]
[Genta unceremoniously waves his hand dismissively, shooing Conan off, "not now, not now!" before he and Ayumi look discouraged at the use of English, but Mitsuhiko steps up with a confident smile. He raises a hand.]
Itsu naisu tsu... mii-to yuu... tsu! [He's beaming like his heavily accented, largely parroted English is a great accomplishment. Genta and Ayumi look deeply impressed.] Shaarokku-san!
[ They're not listening. Another sigh-this time exasperated. Though, he can't help but be impressed that Mitsuhiko is already learning English despite being seven-actually seven. ]
[ Though, would Holmes be able to completely decipher that as easily as Conan could? Japanese being his native language gave him an advantage. ]
[considering it's nearly exactly the same phrase he had just used and he has enough understanding to filter out the vowel sounds tacked on to the end of every syllable, it's hardly difficult to catch. especially the end.]
[blinking, the false smile falters a bit as his eyes snap down to Conan.]
What have you been telling them about me?
[quick and low, but innocent enough should the more knowledgeable Mitsuhiko happen to pick up on it. Conan, on the other hand, should very well hear something a bit harsher.]
[but prepare yourself for An Attempt at equally stilted Japanese, kids.]
Is everyone Conan knows a fan of his?
[is it some sort of qualification for existing in this universe friendship with him? pity he doesn't quite have the words for that yet.]
Ayumi breaks away from the group, framing him with her hands like a photographer, walking around to view him from different angles, biting her lower lip in concentration.]
Huh? Nothing! [ He quickly answers defensively. He had only mentioned he moved in with his dad-he'd never tell them anything about what the truth of the matter was. So where they came up with that name he really didn't- ]
[ his attention is caught by the only girl in the group. ]
あゆみちゃん...何してるの？ [ 'Ayumi-chan.. what are you doing? ]
ん。歩美はちょっとお勉強する! ['Nn, Ayumi's doing a little study!'
The seriousness of her previously focused stare is broken by a big smile as she spreads all the fingers of her upper hand, instead of framing Sherlocks' head, she blocks part of it.] しってるはよ！ ['Got it!'
She runs back over, exchanging whispers and conspiratory looks with Mitsuhiko, before she runs back over, to tug at Sherlock's clothes.]
So-lii desu! [Her rolled Rs sound more like Ls, but it's still recognizable as "sorry." Sort of. Meanwhile, Mitsuhiko's in the back waving at Ayumi, 'ah, Ayumi-chan, you don't add "desu" to English sentences to make them polite!']
[he'll take the answer in spite of its defensive tone. Conan usually knows better than to lie, and he'd really ought to know better than to go throwing names like his around. especially to children.]
[one of which is circling him like some sort of tiny paparazzi. Sherlock watches her in silence, moving nothing but his eyes for as far as he can manage. all pretense of pleasantness has drained from his face, leaving it part befuddled, part annoyed as she scurries back to her group for a moment.]
[when she returns with an apology, it only serves to emphasize the confusion in his features while they flounder in each others' languages.]
[ Okay, this was going from a bad idea to a disaster. He quickly moves over to link his arm with Ayumi's and attempts to pull her away from Holmes, all the while hissing in his usual annoy tone- ]
そのことについて聞かない！[ Don't ask about that! He turns a sharp eye on the others, time to get to the bottom of this. ]
おれは一人で彼を残して言った。榛原はこれに大前ダを設置たのですか？ [ 'I said to leave him alone. Did Haibara put you up to this?' ]
[Conan might as well have told them he was really the high school student Kudou Shinichi for how little attention they were paying to his words, because he was linkin arms with Ayumi. Ayumi turned red as a tomato, surprised at the sudden closeness, and Genta and Mitsuhiko were fuming.]
[despite its familiar shape and revolting aura, his hand automatically reaches out to relieve her of the loathsome article before Conan has the chance to drag her aside. good thing, too, the interruption causes the irritated outburst in store for the girl to catch on the tip of his tongue. for a moment, he holds it with the strange, morbid reverence that comes seconds before pitching an object into a raging fire.]
[before leaning after the boy and girl and slapping the deerstalker down on Conan's head, seizing the distraction outright.]
I don't know, I fancy it fits his head much better than mine, wouldn't you say?
[English again. sorry, kids. consider it punishment for letting the children in in the first place that Sherlock straightens up with a huff and limps off toward the hall to leave the boy alone in their clutches.]
[ He cringes at the irritated tones of Mitsuhiko and Genta before Ayumi's deerstalker comes down over his eyes just long enough to push it back up. ]
[ Great. ]
[ Just great. He told them to be on their best behavior. This is not it and now Holmes is mad. ]
You guys... [ he groans in Japanese, reminding himself that they're just kids. They didn't mean anything by it and they're just excited. He lets out a long suffering sigh. ]
What made you all think my Dad was Sherlock Holmes anyway? [ Better to get this part cleared up before it gets too out of hand ]
[Ayumi blinks owlishly at Conan in the hat, before turning those very same, wide eyes to Sherlock instead. Now a faint pink, she smiles shyly:] A-ah...
[Well, she certainly seemed to find Conan quite cute in the hat! Even if she really would have rather seen Sherlock wear it.
Meanwhile, the other boys are fuming.]
I, also, cool in hats!
[Mitsuhiko's so annoyed, he fumbles his words entirely, speaking in terribly broken English at Sherlock's vanishing back to try and win back some attention from either him or Ayumi.
Sherlock, you just threw Conan into a pit of jealous seven year old boys.]
[Sherlock glances back at the horribly faltering English, eyebrows raised. if he'd been at the end of his rope before, the rope is about ten meters away by now and still reeling with reckless abandon.]
Yes, I'm sure you are.
[not that the outburst stops him from continuing on to the kitchen. he still seems to be under the impression that escaping will be this easy. he needs to be proven wrong.]
[This seems to appease Mitsuhiko somewhat, but Genta is not letting this go. He snatches the hat off of Conan's head.] Lemme try!
[Ayumi, who had just gotten over her shock, began to wave her hands dismissively, trying to mediate between her quarreling friends... just a taste of the everyday, schoolyard seven year old love square Conan has been unwittingly made a part of.]
[ The shrunken detective just lets out a heavy sigh before pulling out his cell phone and shooting off a text to Agasa telling him to come and collect these three. ]
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Date: 2013-07-16 09:05 pm (UTC)[ As it's already late he opts to just lead them over to Agasa's for the time being. And after some very brief introductions the small detective slips away to make a phone call to certain other teenage detective. ]
[ Hattori had called him in the middle of the night before. If he was bent out of shape about the call he could get over it. ]
Sorry Dad D:
Date: 2013-07-17 01:07 am (UTC)[ They knew him too well by now to fall for any of his usual tricks (either that or Haibara helped them) so when he reached the new apartment he was to be staying in with Holmes and Watson the Detective Boys were right behind him. ]
[ This... ]
[ Could be bad. ]
Okay guys, remember to stay on your best behavior and don't annoy him with stupid questions.
[ He isn't opening the door until they've agreed. ]
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Date: 2013-07-17 01:27 am (UTC)This left Conan with Genta, Ayumi, and Mitsuhiko. One to three. At his old disadvantage.]
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Date: 2013-07-17 01:35 am (UTC)[ He was already regretting giving in to these three. ]
[ He fishes the new key out of his pocket and pushes the door open once it's unlocked. Maybe Holmes will be lucky and have stepped out for a minute. ]
I'm back! [ He announces. ]
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Date: 2013-07-17 01:49 am (UTC)Where is he, where is he? [Genta sounds excited and impatient.] I wanna greet him as your master!
[Mitsuhiko laughs awkwardly at Genta's enthusiasm, before Ayumi looks down at her feet.] Ah! Ayumi was so excited, she forgot to take off her shoes!
[... as did the others. Well, they'll leave you alone for a second, at least, to take off their shoes at the door! That's nice and safe.]
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Date: 2013-07-17 02:24 am (UTC)[ He slides away from them easily enough and moves further into the apartment, heading straight for the main room, skidding to a halt once he locates his idol. ]
I thought I should warn you, some of my classmates insisted on following me home. I told them not to.
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Date: 2013-07-17 03:15 am (UTC)[Conan will find the detective sprawled in one of the few chairs occupying the still relatively bare living space, legs stretched out and carefully crossed at the ankle, perusing a newspaper. unfortunately reduced to mostly looking at the pictures, given his currently baleful grasp of the language.]
[at the unfamiliar sound of young commotion from the door, he sits up slightly—and is bolt upright as Conan skitters in and explains the situation. classmates meant children. real children. a painfully fake smile twists his lips at the prospect.]
I'll leave the room to you, then.
[code for the fastest escape attempt to a different room on record. though with the state of his leg, standing still proves to take a few seconds longer than usual.]
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Date: 2013-07-17 01:54 pm (UTC)All three burst in.]
Ahh! Unfair, Conan! [Mitsuhiko chides in annoyance, but Genta and Ayumi are too star-struck to care.] Coming in alone before us...!
[Sorry, Sherlock, you won't get very far. ABORT MISSION, ABORT MISSION!]
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Date: 2013-07-17 03:57 pm (UTC)[ Yes, how unfair of him to run along and warn the person he was now living with of their presence. ] This is Ayumi, Mitsuhiko and Genta. [ He introduces them lazily before turning back to the three children in attempts to herd them out the door. ]
There, you've met him. Now let's go back to the professor's since he's busy.
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Date: 2013-07-17 10:35 pm (UTC)[the slightly betrayed smile stays stuck to his face as he turns to face the charging children, setting the newspaper in the abandoned chair as he does so and clasping his hands behind his back. at least two of the three are appropriately quiet for this fraction of a second.]
Nice to meet you.
[it's not going to stop him chatting in English.]
[since he has a strange feeling the herding is going to be about as successful as his fleeing had ended up.]
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Date: 2013-07-17 11:00 pm (UTC)Itsu naisu tsu... mii-to yuu... tsu! [He's beaming like his heavily accented, largely parroted English is a great accomplishment. Genta and Ayumi look deeply impressed.] Shaarokku-san!
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Date: 2013-07-17 11:11 pm (UTC)[ They're not listening. Another sigh-this time exasperated. Though, he can't help but be impressed that Mitsuhiko is already learning English despite being seven-actually seven. ]
[ Though, would Holmes be able to completely decipher that as easily as Conan could? Japanese being his native language gave him an advantage. ]
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Date: 2013-07-17 11:34 pm (UTC)[blinking, the false smile falters a bit as his eyes snap down to Conan.]
What have you been telling them about me?
[quick and low, but innocent enough should the more knowledgeable Mitsuhiko happen to pick up on it. Conan, on the other hand, should very well hear something a bit harsher.]
[but prepare yourself for An Attempt at equally stilted Japanese, kids.]
Is everyone Conan knows a fan of his?
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Date: 2013-07-17 11:55 pm (UTC)Ayumi breaks away from the group, framing him with her hands like a photographer, walking around to view him from different angles, biting her lower lip in concentration.]
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Date: 2013-07-18 12:10 am (UTC)[ his attention is caught by the only girl in the group. ]
あゆみちゃん...何してるの？ [ 'Ayumi-chan.. what are you doing? ]
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Date: 2013-07-18 12:42 am (UTC)The seriousness of her previously focused stare is broken by a big smile as she spreads all the fingers of her upper hand, instead of framing Sherlocks' head, she blocks part of it.] しってるはよ！ ['Got it!'
She runs back over, exchanging whispers and conspiratory looks with Mitsuhiko, before she runs back over, to tug at Sherlock's clothes.]
So-lii desu!
[Her rolled Rs sound more like Ls, but it's still recognizable as "sorry." Sort of. Meanwhile, Mitsuhiko's in the back waving at Ayumi, 'ah, Ayumi-chan, you don't add "desu" to English sentences to make them polite!']
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Date: 2013-07-18 01:23 am (UTC)[one of which is circling him like some sort of tiny paparazzi. Sherlock watches her in silence, moving nothing but his eyes for as far as he can manage. all pretense of pleasantness has drained from his face, leaving it part befuddled, part annoyed as she scurries back to her group for a moment.]
[when she returns with an apology, it only serves to emphasize the confusion in his features while they flounder in each others' languages.]
どうして? [why?]
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Date: 2013-07-18 01:34 am (UTC)Very quickly, she takes off her backpack, fishing out a deerstalker to present to him.]
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Date: 2013-07-18 03:10 am (UTC)そのことについて聞かない！[ Don't ask about that! He turns a sharp eye on the others, time to get to the bottom of this. ]
おれは一人で彼を残して言った。榛原はこれに大前ダを設置たのですか？ [ 'I said to leave him alone. Did Haibara put you up to this?' ]
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Date: 2013-07-18 07:28 pm (UTC)COOONAAAAAN!!
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Date: 2013-08-07 10:01 pm (UTC)[of course.]
[of course it's the hat.]
[despite its familiar shape and revolting aura, his hand automatically reaches out to relieve her of the loathsome article before Conan has the chance to drag her aside. good thing, too, the interruption causes the irritated outburst in store for the girl to catch on the tip of his tongue. for a moment, he holds it with the strange, morbid reverence that comes seconds before pitching an object into a raging fire.]
[before leaning after the boy and girl and slapping the deerstalker down on Conan's head, seizing the distraction outright.]
I don't know, I fancy it fits his head much better than mine, wouldn't you say?
[English again. sorry, kids. consider it punishment for letting the children in in the first place that Sherlock straightens up with a huff and limps off toward the hall to leave the boy alone in their clutches.]
I'll be in the kitchen if you don't need me.
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Date: 2013-08-07 10:57 pm (UTC)[ Great. ]
[ Just great. He told them to be on their best behavior. This is not it and now Holmes is mad. ]
You guys... [ he groans in Japanese, reminding himself that they're just kids. They didn't mean anything by it and they're just excited. He lets out a long suffering sigh. ]
What made you all think my Dad was Sherlock Holmes anyway? [ Better to get this part cleared up before it gets too out of hand ]
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Date: 2013-08-09 01:50 pm (UTC)[Well, she certainly seemed to find Conan quite cute in the hat! Even if she really would have rather seen Sherlock wear it.
Meanwhile, the other boys are fuming.]
I, also, cool in hats!
[Mitsuhiko's so annoyed, he fumbles his words entirely, speaking in terribly broken English at Sherlock's vanishing back to try and win back some attention from either him or Ayumi.
Sherlock, you just threw Conan into a pit of jealous seven year old boys.]
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Date: 2013-08-09 03:46 pm (UTC)[ ...They're so angry with him they're not even listening, are they? ]
Guys. [ Now he's getting annoyed. He said best behavior. Best behavior. ] I asked you a question.
[ No way are they gonna make him run, that would be ridiculous. ]
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Date: 2013-08-11 05:38 am (UTC)[Sherlock glances back at the horribly faltering English, eyebrows raised. if he'd been at the end of his rope before, the rope is about ten meters away by now and still reeling with reckless abandon.]
Yes, I'm sure you are.
[not that the outburst stops him from continuing on to the kitchen. he still seems to be under the impression that escaping will be this easy.
he needs to be proven wrong.][You mean they get to meet Watson-san too?! *O* They will stay forever!]
Date: 2013-08-13 04:09 pm (UTC)[Ayumi, who had just gotten over her shock, began to wave her hands dismissively, trying to mediate between her quarreling friends... just a taste of the everyday, schoolyard seven year old love square Conan has been unwittingly made a part of.]
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Date: 2013-08-14 02:53 am (UTC)[ The shrunken detective just lets out a heavy sigh before pulling out his cell phone and shooting off a text to Agasa telling him to come and collect these three. ]
Oooooi.