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[are-too-holmes.livejournal.com]

"Oi, Ran!" Here, Dressing Room, is a very aggrieved Conan, waving a school bag packed with karate paraphenalia and holding a lunch box. "You can't go to the tournament without your stuff! ... geez, do I have to do everything around -- here?"

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[really-is-7.livejournal.com]

Well, it made things a bit easier on his mind. No worries about internatonal crime organizations for a while.

"Just Conan," Conan said. "It's weird seeing someone with my face say '-kun.'"

[are-too-holmes.livejournal.com]

"All right," Conan said uncertainly, looking back at his doppelganger. "Thank you, Conan."

[really-is-7.livejournal.com]

Conan was silent for a moment before he smiled. "Well, come on!" Conan said, grabbing his wrist and started to lead the way down the hall. "I'll show you were the lobby and the food is. They're the best centralized points here."

[are-too-holmes.livejournal.com]

Conan let himself be dragged. This place might defy all the laws he knew, but he recognised friendliness still. "The lobby -- that the big room with the marble?"

[really-is-7.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. The one that looks like a hotel lobby," Conan said. "but no front desk."

[are-too-holmes.livejournal.com]

"Or one of the Suzuki places," Conan agrees. "With less Sonoko."