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*The first thing about this new arrival is that he's older. Possibly by a good ten years.

He is familiar with being pulled out of one space and plopped into another, so it was hardly surprising to him that he's found himself in another manor.

But the lack of surprise didn't mean he couldn't be cautious. Or angry. He'd just recovered enough from his injuries to be moving around without getting lightheaded, and here he was again away from home and without Kazuha.

He's dressed in light clothes that are easy to move in. A tank top and cargo pants. The tank top is thin enough to show the gauze taped to his chest, as well as numerous scars across his arms and shoulders. There is another thick bandage around his right bicep. Slung around his waist, almost carelessly, is a gun holster, but he's holding the gun in his left hand, keeping it low in order to keep it from being noticed immediately.

He's got a wary look about him, as if he's been through this sort of situation before, and he glances around the parlor he's found himself in before moving to the door and creaking it open. Front hall? Or perhaps another living room. He cases it quickly, checking for life, before moving it.

Heiji does this with every room he passes, stepping swiftly, but quietly down the halls, and slowly tries to piece together where he is.*

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[He might be struck by just how many plants were dotted around the place. And how some things seem to be made with canines in mind, although there's no evidence of the guy owning a dog...]

You look like you need it, if you don't mind my saying so.

[He sets the kettle to boil, and sets out two cups, choosing teabags from a box on the side.]

Ah, I suppose... I mean, not long after I arrived, I was witness to a gathering of sorts. Several versions of the ki- Edogawa-kun, that is.

*low mutter* Wouldn't say no t'pain killers either.

*he frowns as he watches Akio make the tea, but not at him. It's more curiosity and confusion at the idea of multiple Conan's in one place. If they'd ever set their minds to something...he shuddered to think of the result.

Mention of the boy almost made him grimace. He still hasn't heard word from the other detective after they'd gotten separated.*

So people really can coexist with their alternate selves in this place. Different from the other manor 've visited.

I'm afraid I can't help you with that. You'll have to take a trip to the infirmary for those.

[The frown he's wearing is almost audible. Just what was he doing to get those wounds?]

Oh, yes. No Blinovitch Limitation in play at all. That is, physical contact is more than possible, since - I assume - we all come from vastly different worlds...

[He turns back to 'Sanzo'.]

Milk? Sugar?

*fighting other you's group 8DD*

Well, good t'know I won't destroy th' universe if I meet m'self. *there's amusement in his voice. See? He's not completely broken.*

Nah, plain's fine. Been a while since 've had sugar. Or tea, for that matter.

[...of course. What else.]

I saw a girl who looked very similar to you not long after I first arrived. Perhaps she is one of your alternates?

[The look in his eyes as he heads back over says that he's definitely laughing inside at that. They smell the same, therefore she is indeed. He hands over one of the cups, keeping one for himself.]

Hm. It's there if you want it, and there's a whole kitchen and dining room on the same level as the lobby, if that helps.

*well, he could have been fighting intergalactic space lizards.....*

A...girl?

*the look on his face says it all*

I've been a girl once, but... t'think in another universe I've always been a girl is a bit weird. What's she like?

*he takes the tea, and after a moment of hesitation, hazards a sip. It's a tiny, almost suspicious sip, but he watched you make it and it didn't look like you put anything in it, so even a sip is quite a lot of trust.

Besides, it's hot.*

This kinda reminds me of th' tea mum used t'make.

She cooks. Or at least, she can make Miso soup in the Kansai style quite well.

[He ducks his head slightly at the praise - at least, that's how he sees it.]

You think so? I learned by watching my own mother...

[For a split second, there's a nostalgic look painted clearly across his face - that disappears almost as soon as it arrived.]

Heh, course she would. Mum wouldn't've let 'er out of the house otherwise.

*he gets his own nostalgia most days. Every time he thinks about his family and friends. He'd left them all behind, they probably thought he was dead by now.

The idea of nostalgia looks weird on Akio's face though, considering who he looks like. Not to mention the thought of Gin having a mother... That more than anything lets him relax just a little bit. Most of the Organization aren't that good of actors, and Gin especially hadn't even tried.

He still might not be safe, but he's not going to be so suspicious. It just tires him out more. His next sip of tea is deeper.*

[Understanding nodding.]

There are several things my family thought of as required learning for me. I'm glad that I know all of it now, though. I think they'd be pleased with that.

[He's sure it does. However, being what he is makes acting rather more easy than it would be for most of the others. For now, though, his reactions are all quite natural.]

What, if I might ask? If it includes tea, it'd probably be somethin' similar t' what my mother learned. She's a very traditional person.

Ah... Calligraphy, for one. [He points over to the desk.] That's what I was practising when you came in. My father still does that. My knack for plants, I inherited from my mother... [Quite literally.] And she also was the one who taught me how to cook.

[And his grandparents taught him to use illusions and misdirection in a similar manner to a stage magician. Although their magic is much more real. He thinks he'll save those for later, though - best not give the detective any reason to suspect him of using those skills in the present situation.

~~He wasn't.~~]

*He moves over to look at the calligraphy. His mom was traditional enough to still practice. She tried to teach him once but he didn't have the patience for it and never picked it up.*

Not bad. Better'n I can do for sure.