[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: 2013-07-18 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.