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[holmes_fanatic]

[There's a kid on the floor of the kitchen, making himself a sandwich. Nothing unusual about this, especially since it's this kid. Conan's house-trained, after all.

... then again, he is making the sandwich right there, on the floor. Sure, he's making it on a plate, so that's not as bad, but he's left one discarded banana peel behind him, and the lid of the peanut butter container has not been put back on. The kid's concentrating hard as he drizzles honey over his sandwich, but he's got peanut butter on an elbow, and a smudge of honey on his chin.

And he's not wearing glasses. Okay, so maybe this is weird.]

((ooc: age-down experiment for Conan! He's no longer 17 in a 7-year-old body -- he actually is Shinichi, aged 7. Be warned -- he is a brat.))

Comments

[dritte_tochter]

Are you calling me a liar, desu?

[holmes_fanatic]

You can't prove you're not, right? Which only leaves the one possibility.

[dritte_tochter]

Ooooh! [she stamps her foot, outright glaring, then aims a kick to his shins. because violence solves everything]

[holmes_fanatic]

((ooc: apologies -- just off to bed now! This kid is too dumb to avoid a fight with someone bigger than he is, but I'd rather he didn't get hurt -- any ideas how we could play this? If all else fails, we can Menzies to separate them!))

[dritte_tochter]

[ooc; no worries! the furthest she would ever go fighting-wise would be just to kick his shins then run away or taunt, but he's welcome to dodge and either have Menzies separate them or she could storm off in a huff]