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[are_too_holmes]

“These are so cool. I mean, my glasses are much more advanced than any of ours, and I still think these are cool. What do you think they’re made of?”

“Whatever they’re made of, you should take them off now - I don’t care if their one of ours, they’re not for playing with - no matter how ‘forgiving’ you say he smells. Got that

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[blackjackmagic]

[well this bears investigation]

Oi, it's not polite to poke through people's stuff without adult supervision.

[namely his so that he can have a hand in whatever you're spying on]

[dynamic_brat]

Kuroba! Check this out -- this Shinichi has the best stuff!

[Well, at least one of the room's occupants thinks this is a good idea. This Conan is beaming and wearing over-sized goggles with dull green lenses that make him look something like a bug. His companions are slightly warier, the yukata-clad Conan pausing mid-bite of rat, the remaining Conan trying to decide whether this Kuroba is likely to be a calming influence or merely wind his duplicates up further.]

[blackjackmagic]

[it's the rat that catches his attention first]

....Are you eating that?

[changedling]

This Conan is familiar with the signs of his snacks being taken away and hastily swallows, clutching his prize protectively as he decides whether to bolt it all quickly or run for the door with it.

"If I am, it is surely no concern of yours being as we are not yet acquainted."

"He's really eating it."

[orchid_below]

Technically it's two and a half voices that this listener recognizes. And Ran knows the first two well enough by now to suspect that some intervention might be required. Doubly so given that she also knows this room quite well.

"Conan? What are you up to?"

[dynamic_brat]

Two voices answer in near-identical unison.

"Nothing Ran-neesan/neesama~!"

As one Conan hides his rat in the sleeve of his yukata, the other greets Ran cheerfully. "We're minding Shinichi-niichan's room while he's not here!"

The other Conan is silent, trying to gauge how to address this Ran. She's attired differently enough to know the Shinichi the room belongs to -- they could be in big trouble.]

[orchid_below]

"And did he give you leave to?" Catching at the robed Conan's arm, now; she's beginning to hone this down to a science. Or at least a habit. "What are you hiding, Conan?"

[changedling]

A rat is surrendered, grudgingly.

"He is a skilled hunter to have so many. I do not think he will begrudge me this one."

Particularly not now that it is well-chewed.