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Walking past the kitchen anddddd-

WALKING BACKWARDS TO LOOk IN THE KITCHEN.

And standing in the doorway. "...Wow. The hell happened to you, 'hell'?"

[ Conan was actually sort of relieved to be out of the hospital. His ribs still force searing pain on him every now and again depending on how he's sitting and breathing but he can take care of himself it's actually kind of relieved that Sherlock doesn't seem to be around. He needed to gather his thoughts and he has a feeling his paranoia was about to drive Holmes crazy. ]

[ He was relieved. ]

[ His eyes fall on what can only be a younger version of Gin. The takes a quick intake of breath and immediately his ribs protest in full, forcing him to cry out and curl up around them which really only hurts worse. ]

"Heh- O-OI OI!! Hey, calm down..!! I'm not the evil version..!!!" GHAAAAAHHHH

If it wasn't one thing it was another..!!

[ Wh-what did he say? It's hard to focus on anything but the searing pain that comes of his panicked breathing. Calm down Kudo. Calm down. ]

N-not...?

"The anti-black clothing and general attitude didn't give that away..??" HAhahahahahaha...

o-oiiiii... "Man... Not a single modern-double of you gives me a chance... ...Not that I blame you..." he adds, looking off to the side and scratching his head. "But still..!"

Moddern.. double...?

[ It's probably not a good idea but Conan is pressing very lightly against his ribs as he eases himself back into a sitting position. Maybe he should consider a cot. ]

"...I think I'll explain when you're not dumbed down by pain..." hahahha...

Anyways, he'll walk over. "Mnnnn, long story short, you're not the only 'Edogawa Conan' here. And some of them aren't from our time, neh?"

Multi-verse.

[ It's familiar enough. He and Sherlock briefly discussed it once Conan told him about Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. And then there was Mayfield all on it's own. ]

[ Not evil, huh? ]

the 'evil' version of you did this.

Aah.

And I figured, to be honest, given the look on your face when I walked in. [Hahhhh...] It's one of those typical constants in the multi-verse apparently.

strictly speaking I should be in the hospital still. [ But. OH WELL. ]

"Mnn. There's a medical area here if you want...

"...Knowing you, you don't..." he adds dryly.

For now... I'm good here. [ That would require help and Conan is still highly suspicious but he's mostly gotten his breathing back under control. ]

"...Really." Ahahahahaaa...

Well! He'll just take a seat. "Alright..! If you say so. I'd say you're as bad as 'Megane', but at least he heals fast..."

[ ...Not sure he wants you to sit so close. ]

Megane?

"Ahhh! Megane..!" He just makes a 'glasses' sign over his face. "The 'you' from my world. The only reason I remember the name 'Conan' is because of how many of you there are here, I'm normally terrible with names..!" he laughs.

[ ..Yeaaaup. It's definitely still terrifying to hear Gin laugh. ]

"...O-Oiiii what's with that look..."

[. . .]

[what has my detective been doing. . .]

[keeping his demeanor super casual and unfamiliar as he approaches]

You okay, kid?

[ Getting himself seriously injured in other worlds. What else? ]

[ Conan's reviewing some notes as this is as good a place as any and moving is painful after a while. Besides, there's a bowl of oranges! His gaze flickers in the direction the voice came from and he freezes. ]

[ Like he wouldn't recognize his own face. ]

[ He knows who you are. ]

Y-AAGH! [ He starts to shout but shouting with broken ribs? ....Yeah... not fun results. ]

[. . . nnnnot at all the reaction he was expecting, but the yelling is also kind of worrying. Places a hand on Conan's head immediately, hopefully to calm him down]

O-oi oi, take it easy!

[It should also be noted that this version of Kaito has a few small red and white spheres attached to his belt. And looks like he's been doing some impressive outdoors traveling for quite some time now]

[ Conan just takes a few controlled breaths, doing his best not to aggravate his ribs again and leans back against the counter, looking Kaito over closely as he takes note of the tan and small spheres. ]

I'm fine. [ More controlled breathing. ]

Anyways... what's with those? [ he uses his good arm to indicate the spheres ]

[Ignoring any questions from Conan for the moment, Kaito snorts]

Yeah, sure, because screaming is a good indicator that someone's fine.

[Frowns]

You should probably be in bed somewhere, kid. Before your parents or babysitter catch you wandering around this place alone.

Climbing isn't exactly an option right now. [ Because to get into a bed he'd have to climb into it. ]

You're ignoring my question.

Who says you'll be climbing?

[Isn't letting the issue drop that easily, if only because those injuries look pretty severe. And he can't help it. . . detectives shouldn't be injured. Even when they are jerks]

[Kneels down to his level]

Tell you what. I'll trade you, okay? Go lay down, and I'll tell you a bunch of pretty cool stories about where I've been. How's that sound?

No thanks, I like it here.

[ He absolutely refuses to enlist your help :/ ]

[. . . are you being stubborn with me just because you can be]

What's here that's interesting? Besides oranges.

Nothing. I like oranges. [ as if to make a point he'll set down the notebook and eat an orange slice. ]

Besides, I can't get up. My left shoulder is still recovering from a dislocation and two of my ribs are broken on my right side. See the dilemma?

Edited 2012-08-20 05:55 (UTC)

You always this stubborn? Bet we could find a wheelchair in this place if we looked hard enough.

[picks up the orange bowl]

[ What?! No! Give that back! ]

I can't use either my left or right side. How do you expect me to stand?

I didn't say anything about standing, did I?

[pulls up a nearby chair and plops into it, sorting through the oranges as he does so]

What happened?

Fell down a flight of stairs. [ That is a complete lie. He just wants to see what Kid will say. ]

[. . . it's very tempting to call "liar," but. He is pretending he's never seen the guy before, and letting on that he's more familiar with the detective's character than a stranger would be is giving up on that act]

You should be more careful next time, kid.

...you don't honestly believe I'm fooled, do you?

[radiating innocence]

Fooled? Fooled by what?

[ Well. The less people he has to tell the better. ]

Never mind.

Can I have my oranges back?

[peeling one]

May I have my oranges back.

[ ..Did you really just correct his grammer? ]

You know, I could just tell someone you took them from me.

[Yes :)]

Taking them would imply I don't plan on giving 'em back.

[finishes peeling an orange and hands a slice to Conan]

[ He hates you so much right now. ]

...Tch.

[ He glares at it for a second before using his left hand to accept the orange. ]

Neither of up are likely to remember this anyway, if this place is like Mayfield anyway.

I won't lie to you if you don't lie to me and lying is more effort for me than you probably realize.

He'd been heading to the kitchen anyway, and now there was the scent of an injured Kit. He pokes his head through the doorway, and if Conan was looking the first visible thing would probably be a pair of white fox ears.

[ ...If it weren't for mayfield and his injuries he might feel a little alarmed. ]

The rest of his body follows, and perhaps the strangest thing about him is how he's dressed like a normal person, in faded jeans that look like they've been used a time or few to do the gardening, and a light green turtleneck. If you ignore the tail that matches his ears, both tipped in black, both twitching. He's carrying a basket.

"Apple?"