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Open Log
Who: Conan and Anyone
What:: Various
Where: Various
When: Last Week of December
1. For Ran
Ever since their last discussion, Shinichi had been trying to think of a better way. Being there by text message was something. But it was not enough. There was no way to predict how often the personas would activate, and with no voice changer, speaking to her over the phone was not an option.
That only left one possibility.
Several days later, Conan approaches Ran with a sealed envelope in his hand.
2. Snow [Open to Anyone]
No matter how many times people warned him, Conan never had learned not to run in snow. Running on the way home, he hits a slippery spot and goes sliding into a snowdrift.
What:: Various
Where: Various
When: Last Week of December
1. For Ran
Ever since their last discussion, Shinichi had been trying to think of a better way. Being there by text message was something. But it was not enough. There was no way to predict how often the personas would activate, and with no voice changer, speaking to her over the phone was not an option.
That only left one possibility.
Several days later, Conan approaches Ran with a sealed envelope in his hand.
2. Snow [Open to Anyone]
No matter how many times people warned him, Conan never had learned not to run in snow. Running on the way home, he hits a slippery spot and goes sliding into a snowdrift.
no subject
"I wasn't hurrying." But Ran worried when he didn't get home on time.
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"Really? You seemed to be going awfully fast for not hurrying."
While Vermouth would like if Ran didn't worry, her Angel would worry more if Conan got injured from icy walkways. She leans forward, hand raised to brush his bangs back.
"Are you hurt?"
no subject
Not that he would admit it to her, even if he had been. He had his pride as a detective.
no subject
A bollard, a knocked-over bicycle, a large rock, a murder victim... There were many possibilities, most which would be hard and painful to fall into.
Since Vermouth knows Conan likes to keep his secrets, she doesn't fully believe him. She brushes his bangs back, hand on the side of his face, as she scrutinizes it for cuts or scrapes. Her gaze is awfully intense as she checks.