Please, has anyone seen him?
Jan. 27th, 2009 08:00 pmI can't find Conan-kun!!
[RL - Phone log! w/Shinichi]
Dec. 19th, 2008 04:36 pm((Follows this.))
Ran had been sitting on her bed while she browsed the community, laptop on her lap with her injured knee elevated on a couple of pillows. After the conversation on Hakuba's journal, however, she set the machine to one side with a huff, brows drawn together in an irritated frown. Honestly, what did Shinichi think he was doing? He hadn't called for ages, and then all of the sudden he just decided to show up and start stalking her online journal? How did he even know she had gotten one, anyway?
Conan-kun probably told him, the karateka grumbled to herself, carefully hobbling to the living room to get her cell phone out of her school bag. Sometimes she swore Shinichi talked more to Conan than he did to her. It was a little frustrating.
And then when he did decide to call her, it was to warn her against talking to Hakuba's mother. Oh, he'd better have a good explanation, all right.
Ran had been sitting on her bed while she browsed the community, laptop on her lap with her injured knee elevated on a couple of pillows. After the conversation on Hakuba's journal, however, she set the machine to one side with a huff, brows drawn together in an irritated frown. Honestly, what did Shinichi think he was doing? He hadn't called for ages, and then all of the sudden he just decided to show up and start stalking her online journal? How did he even know she had gotten one, anyway?
Conan-kun probably told him, the karateka grumbled to herself, carefully hobbling to the living room to get her cell phone out of her school bag. Sometimes she swore Shinichi talked more to Conan than he did to her. It was a little frustrating.
And then when he did decide to call her, it was to warn her against talking to Hakuba's mother. Oh, he'd better have a good explanation, all right.
It was getting a bit late in the evening. Early enough that the sun still had some ways to go before it set, but late enough that the rest of the Shounen Tantei had just been called in for dinner. Ran (she'd been 'Reika' for most of the day - she wasn't very good at coming up with names, but luckily Conan-kun had gone along with it when she'd just blurted it out) waved to the children from her perch on the swing as they left.
The day had been . . . surprisingly enjoyable, actually. She'd had to skip school, of course, but Agase-hakase had kindly let her stay at his house until the virus wore off, and she'd found little things to do all day. Once the elementary schools let out, she'd gone to a playground near Agase's house with Conan-kun and the other Detective Boys. It was chilly out, but not so bad if you were wearing a coat, and she'd forgotten how much fun it was to play on monkey bars and slides and generally act like a grade schooler. She had the feeling she'd miss it a bit when she changed back to normal.
At least she was going to be changing back to normal.
Ran honestly hadn't believed Kuroba at first when he'd told her about the viruses, but she couldn't refute proof like this. It was a little scary, knowing that just going to an internet community could cause things like this to happen, but she was reassured by the fact that it wasn't supposed to last very long. Even if having to dodge her father was pretty inconvenient.
Although, still... Seeing the world from this angle, having to make up all the little white lies until it wore off... Something about it was disturbingly familiar. It was raising niggling little doubts that she thought she'd long since dispelled. After all, it had been proven time and time again that Conan wasn't Shinichi, hadn't it? There was no reason to be thinking that way, no matter how much she missed him. It was just looking Conan's age that was making her think that way, that was all. It had to be.
Pushing the unsettling thoughts out of her mind, Ran turned where she sat and smiled at Conan. "Do you want to go in for dinner too, Conan-kun?"
The day had been . . . surprisingly enjoyable, actually. She'd had to skip school, of course, but Agase-hakase had kindly let her stay at his house until the virus wore off, and she'd found little things to do all day. Once the elementary schools let out, she'd gone to a playground near Agase's house with Conan-kun and the other Detective Boys. It was chilly out, but not so bad if you were wearing a coat, and she'd forgotten how much fun it was to play on monkey bars and slides and generally act like a grade schooler. She had the feeling she'd miss it a bit when she changed back to normal.
At least she was going to be changing back to normal.
Ran honestly hadn't believed Kuroba at first when he'd told her about the viruses, but she couldn't refute proof like this. It was a little scary, knowing that just going to an internet community could cause things like this to happen, but she was reassured by the fact that it wasn't supposed to last very long. Even if having to dodge her father was pretty inconvenient.
Although, still... Seeing the world from this angle, having to make up all the little white lies until it wore off... Something about it was disturbingly familiar. It was raising niggling little doubts that she thought she'd long since dispelled. After all, it had been proven time and time again that Conan wasn't Shinichi, hadn't it? There was no reason to be thinking that way, no matter how much she missed him. It was just looking Conan's age that was making her think that way, that was all. It had to be.
Pushing the unsettling thoughts out of her mind, Ran turned where she sat and smiled at Conan. "Do you want to go in for dinner too, Conan-kun?"
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