http://samurai-error.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] samurai-error.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] justonetruth2010-07-19 08:10 am
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After some time in the infirmary, Shinichi's recovered enough to be moved to his own room. The novelty of sleeping in a bed and the fact that he is genuinely exhausted has kept him to the room, resting and recovering for the last few days. He is still far from well -- but he has run out of books and orange juice, Ran-kun hasn't been by for an entire hour and he is able to stand up without feeling like he is going to be sick.

In these circumstances, there is really only one thing you can do.

There is a pale Shinichi, wrist bandaged, and wearing a pair of pyjama pants and a t-shirt lent to him by Ran-kun making his way slowly down the hall, sword casually knotted to his side with his somewhat stained obi. He has the expression of someone who knows he is in trouble but intends to get as far as he can regardless.
karates_doors: (excuse me what.)

[personal profile] karates_doors 2010-07-28 08:16 am (UTC)(link)
"And just what do you think you're doing?"

What was that about trouble?
karates_doors: (Conan how much TV do you watch?)

[personal profile] karates_doors 2010-07-28 10:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Ran huffed and took a step forward, frowning concernedly at Shinichi's paleness and the way he was wobbling a bit. The sword and bloodstained obi didn't seem to bother her much. "What happened to you?"
karates_doors: (I'm not falling for that)

[personal profile] karates_doors 2010-07-29 12:29 am (UTC)(link)
She raised an eyebrow. "Well?"
Edited 2010-07-29 00:38 (UTC)