Because apparently I don't have enough to do with my life.

[aboruk_otiak]

*Akito looked up at the building with what could be considered mild surprise. This wasn't the manor. His memory drive may have been damaged, but he could easily recognize where he'd been living the past several months and this certainly wasn't it

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[dynamic_brat]

[Conan's sitting on one of the comfortable armchairs of the lobby. For once, he's not doing anything that might differentiate himself from any of his counterparts. His attention is divided between the novel he's reading and the sandwich he's eating.]

[aboruk_otiak]

*Akito didn't see him right away, looking first to the doors and windows of the lobby. It was a habit he'd learned from the original thief's memories, and he didn't have much of a reason to break himself of it. Knowing where the exits were have come in handy more than once lately.

When he does notice Conan, there is no recognition in his eyes, just the intrigue of an opportunity. Walking over, he stuck his hands in his pockets and just asked bluntly*

Hey kid, would you tell me where I am?

[dynamic_brat]

[Conan looked up with some surprise. Shouldn't Kaito know who he was?]

You're in the Mansion. It's not anywhere -- or maybe it's everywhere. One of those deep philosophical quandries -- or is it a query? I forget. Anyway, you're here now.

Are you calling me kid to be funny or do you really not know me?

[aboruk_otiak]

Just like the manor then. *looks mildly unimpressed. There's something slightly off about how he moves.*

Am I supposed to know you?