Case: 026

[1_truth]

{{ →!Action | Outside City Hall | Afternoon }}

[ Conan got a useful regain this time around-his glasses. Of course he knows just what to do with this gadget as he moves over to a window he's mostly sure leads into the Mayor's office. He removes his glasses and pulls off a small chunk of them and wraps it in a piece of chewing gum he'd been working on before pressing it down near the window-he's not putting it on the wall itself-he won't risk the chance of it shorting out or electrocuting him. ]

{{ →!Action | 915 Bilko Boulevard | Later in the day. }}

[ Conan's relaxing on the couch, having come home before curfew just as his housemates expect of him-or he seems to be relaxing-actually he's listening carefully. A little confused when the sound of foot steps meet his ears. ]

Ah-!

{{ →!Action | Mayfield Hospital | Evening }}

[ Nothing much to report just yet but since Sherlock's regain came in the mail today Conan's decided on delivering it to him personally. It isn't like Holmes wouldn't get it upon his return home but right now Shinichi is a little shaken and desperately needs a distraction-delivering Sherlock's regain might provide just that. Maybe, if he's lucky. He also stops by the master bedroom in the house to swipe the packet of cigarettes and lighter on the bedside table. ]

[ He pushes the door to Sherlock's room open and carries the package over. Sherlock will probably notice Conan's glasses are different today-still over sized but they look to be in much better condition and much better quality then the one's he's been borrowing from Mayfield. Another thing that surely won't go unnoticed--he's incredibly pale. ]


((ooc: You can catch Conan acting suspiciously if you'd like but stepping on the piece of gum that has the listening device wrapped inside is reserved to Gin.))

Comments

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[That came out more harshly than he intended. Especially when he saw the glasses were left behind.]

Conan? ...I just need to open this alone, okay?

[He pauses.]

Thank you for leaving the glasses.

[1_truth]

[ He stops at the doorway and takes a moment to collect himself as a wave of guilt washes over him. ]

Okay!

[ ...but there something about his words that seem... almost hollow. ]

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[Sherlock hears the emptiness. It's something he uses himself quite often. But he can't really be bothered to care.]

[He opens his gift and finds his beloved overcoat. Doesn't even have any blood on it! He smiles broadly.]

Thought so!

[He hugs it almost like a child would hug a stuffed animal. He inhales deeply and finds it smells of: smoke, nicotine, and an odd mixture of things he would call 'home.' There's even the lingering smell of himself - how he smells in London and, if he imagines hard enough - traces of John and Mrs. Hudson. And for the first time since he has arrived, he looks almost relaxed.]