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[lamb_of_gold]

[For those paying attention, there is a distinct giggle in the air. It's the giggling of a small child. Specifically, a child who looks to be about a year old, maybe a little older, who is currently sitting on a small slab of marble.

In midair.

He seems mighty pleased with the fact that he's levitating like this, and if the golden glow around him doesn't give away his identity, the fact that the child has lavender hair and small thumbprint-like marks in lieu of eyebrows is certainly pretty telling.

Enjoy the baby, Plane.]

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[holmes-fanatic.livejournal.com]

[This was -- not what Conan was expecting to see. The apparent seven year old comes to a complete halt as he stares, trying to analyse the situation.

A toddler? He looks barely old enough to be able to walk -- but that hair colour's not human. Taking his eyes off the child briefly, Conan looks about for an adult, but no one seems to be minding the kid. Great.

Very carefully, avoiding any sudden moves, Conan steps closer. Knowing that most 18 month old kids are still fine-tuning walking, he's worried about the ability of the kid to stay in the air like that.]

[lamb_of_gold]

[Person! The baby waves, clumsily, the levitation faltering a bit, but stabilizing a wee bit lower than it was initially]

[holmes-fanatic.livejournal.com]

[Conan carefully waves back. He thinks he's close enough to catch the child should maintaining the levitation prove too much -- he's also thoroughly unnerved as that little dip seems to have proved that the child is -- against all rules of physics, logic and biology, floating himself.]

Hi there.

[lamb_of_gold]

[He smiles and keeps waving, though in the grand scheme of things, it's more like flailing his arm around but what can you do.

He leans a bit too far forward, though, and teeters off his perch, both baby and rock dropping the remaining few feet to the ground.

Normally, a baby would start to cry, but this one kinda rooooolls over and sits up, blinking bewilderedly, apparently more surprised than hurt, then stares back up at Conan.]

[holmes-fanatic.livejournal.com]

[They're both surprised then. When the child teetered, Conan hastily tried to catch him, but somehow his dive went awry, Conan catching the marble instead.

Crap! A kid that young -- how could I have let this happen?

Ignoring the akwardness of the movement, Conan hastily shoves the marble to one side as he rolls into a sitting position, fully prepared to deal with badly injured child -- and is absolutely stunned to see the kid able to sit up.]

... ha?

[lamb_of_gold]

Ha!

[You look worried. What up with that?]

Aaah?

[holmes-fanatic.livejournal.com]

[Conan knows that an infant's bones aren't as developed or strong as an adults and that even a small fall can have major implications -- so apologies, Mu, but you're getting carefully patted down.]

You're really -- not hurt?

[This makes no sense.]

[lamb_of_gold]

[You're not Shion what is this? The baby squirms a bit under the touching]

Maaa....

[holmes-fanatic.livejournal.com]

You're really not hurt.

[No, this is still not making any kinds of sense. Belatedly realising that the kid is not looking terribly impressed, Conan hastily smiles, waving cheerfully at the kid.]

Maaa ... How'd you even get to this place anyway?

[That's a pretty worrying thought -- did someone bring the kid here to abandon him?]

[ram-of-gold.livejournal.com]

[When Shion sees the baby he stops dead and stares. Because he knows that cosmo. For a moment he actually looks around as if he's hoping to see the adult Mu nearby. Then a look of disbelief crosses his face as he groans slightly. He does not need this right now.]

[lamb_of_gold]

[Hey, I know you! Mu reaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaches out for Shion with his fat little arms]

[lamb_of_gold]

Mm? [He tilts his head a bit, not really understanding]

[ram-of-gold.livejournal.com]

[Shion can't ignore that and will sigh, then walk over to Mu. At the very least he wants to make sure that Mu doesn't fall or anything like that] Just what do you think you're up to?

[lamb_of_gold]

[Graaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaabby hands] Sheeee!

[ram-of-gold.livejournal.com]

[At least Mu knows him] I suppose that is suppose to be my name? [He does however reach out and pick up Mu] Now what am I suppose to do about you?

[lamb_of_gold]

[Yes!! Mu cuddles with him a bit, taking a fistfull of hair to hold onto.]

Maa.

[holmes-fanatic.livejournal.com]

[Conan smiles ruefully at the kid's bemusement. Of course he doesn't understand. Let's see ... the kid's quite a bit younger than Santa-san. If he remembers right, Ran-neechan played with the baby of their former music teacher when she came to thank Mouri for saving her life and her marriage ... what did she do? Oh right --

Conan held his hands over his face then suddenly removed them.]

Peek-a-boo!

[lamb_of_gold]

[Mu covers his own face in response, but it's hard not to see the great big smile under them!]

[holmes-fanatic.livejournal.com]

You know this game huh ...

Ha ... there was a baby here a minute ago. Where did he go?

[lamb_of_gold]

[Peeks out of his fingers juuuuuuuust a smidge]

[holmes-fanatic.livejournal.com]

1-2-3 ... Peek-a-boo!

I have no happy babby icons

[lamb_of_gold]

[Baby jumps a bit, rolling onto his back with giggles]

[holmes-fanatic.livejournal.com]

[That actually worked? I guess acting like a kid has some advantages.]

Ha, there you are!

[lamb_of_gold]

[He rolls back up onto his bum and waves again at Conan]

Ha!

[holmes-fanatic.livejournal.com]

Again? Okay then ... [Conan covers his eyes.]

1-2-3 ... Peek-a-boo!

[It has occurred to the small detective that this could go on for a while.]