[All right? Ha ... like there's anything all right about anything in this place. Ignoring the still stinging cut, Conan tried to muster a clear reply. Despite the long sleep he felt weary, inside and out.]
I'm all right, I think. This house seems okay for now -- but I'd rather be somewhere else.
I can come get you; it'd be a good deal safer than trying to move around on your own. Even I'm getting blown about, and I weigh a considerable amount more. --Ah, If you wouldn't mind staying at the hospital, that is. I'd certainly appreciate the help, along with the certainty that you're safe. We've already boarded up the windows and such, but the hospital is very sturdy.
[The nightmarish tangle of doubt and suspicion might be gone, but some part of it still remains, and Conan's silent a moment, weighing the risks against the need to be with people. As a detective, he's used to working alone -- but never this alone ...
Pride means that rather than accept Hadesu's offer, he'll warn him instead.]
It's pretty scary outside. Even if you're bigger, things could still get blown on you or fall. I was only outside minutes and--
[He wasn't going to mention the cut.] I don't mind the hospital.
[ Oh Conan you're too precious. :'c If he weren't so worried for your safety, he'd tear up at the concern. Instead, there's a slightly wry smile as he replies, sounding confident. ]
That's true indeed, and I thank you for your concern. However...
[ It's difficult to explain "a parasitic demon inside me gives me the speed and strength to dodge most anything that flies my direction", so he keeps it a little more simple. ]
I think I could take my chances. I'm a lot quicker than you seem to believe!
[A lot quicker? Oi -- what does he think agility can do against a typhoon? Although--
It's pretty specific reassurance. Not what you'd pick to say to a little kid -- which means Hadesu's got to be sure of it. Does that mean -- he can deliver?]
If you're sure ...
[Conan's managed to keep a good idea of his location despite the dark and his wanderings, giving directions to the general position of the house and a brief description of the exterior as seen through blinding rain.]
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[ He could run between raindrops if he wanted to!!-- or well probably not to that extent. But the picture's clear enough. He'd have no problems with possibly getting blown away, but he was quick and agile enough to dodge anything flying around to an extent, and a young boy was trapped in a house that wasn't very sturdy to begin with. ]
I'm positive. I'll be there shortly, so stay under something heavy and sturdy.
[ The feed cuts off. And it isn't too much later-- maybe fifteen or twenty minutes-- that Hadesu arrives at the door, knocking before he entered. He's dripping wet from the rain, a little out of breath, and his clothes are fairly blown about, but he's perfectly fine. ]
...Conan?
[ He'd tried a couple houses surrounding just before arriving at this one, not entirely sure which the boy was in. ]
no but actually. His steps are heavy and quick as he pokes his head in one wrong room before the appropriate one. Ah yes, the computer. He sighs, gratefully. ]
[Conan comes out from under the table, standing up. Hadesu really doesn't look harmed in anyway -- rain is dripping off him, and his hair looks as though it's been out in a gale (funny that), but he's really unhurt.]
You really are quick -- ah, I'm all right! But the house isn't, I think ...
[The window rattles under another gust of wind, and it's clear the shutter is going to go in the next big burst of storm. Conan, meanwhile, is a little pale under the acquired grime of one week, crawling in dark places and hiding in cobwebbed cupboards and could do with a bath, but of most interest to Hadesu is probably the cut that extends above his left eyebrow through his hairline, dried and matted, but not a good sign.]
Conan? Are you all right? Are you in a safe building right now?
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I'm all right, I think. This house seems okay for now -- but I'd rather be somewhere else.
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Pride means that rather than accept Hadesu's offer, he'll warn him instead.]
It's pretty scary outside. Even if you're bigger, things could still get blown on you or fall. I was only outside minutes and--
[He wasn't going to mention the cut.] I don't mind the hospital.
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That's true indeed, and I thank you for your concern. However...
[ It's difficult to explain "a parasitic demon inside me gives me the speed and strength to dodge most anything that flies my direction", so he keeps it a little more simple. ]
I think I could take my chances. I'm a lot quicker than you seem to believe!
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It's pretty specific reassurance. Not what you'd pick to say to a little kid -- which means Hadesu's got to be sure of it. Does that mean -- he can deliver?]
If you're sure ...
[Conan's managed to keep a good idea of his location despite the dark and his wanderings, giving directions to the general position of the house and a brief description of the exterior as seen through blinding rain.]
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I'm positive. I'll be there shortly, so stay under something heavy and sturdy.
[ The feed cuts off. And it isn't too much later-- maybe fifteen or twenty minutes-- that Hadesu arrives at the door, knocking before he entered. He's dripping wet from the rain, a little out of breath, and his clothes are fairly blown about, but he's perfectly fine. ]
...Conan?
[ He'd tried a couple houses surrounding just before arriving at this one, not entirely sure which the boy was in. ]
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So fast that Conan hesitates to reply. It could be another trick--
But if he's so far gone that he's managed to imagine a typhoon, then he's got nothing left to lose.]
I'm here, Hadesu-sensei!
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no but actually. His steps are heavy and quick as he pokes his head in one wrong room before the appropriate one. Ah yes, the computer. He sighs, gratefully. ]
Conan? I hope you're all right...?
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You really are quick -- ah, I'm all right! But the house isn't, I think ...
[The window rattles under another gust of wind, and it's clear the shutter is going to go in the next big burst of storm. Conan, meanwhile, is a little pale under the acquired grime of one week, crawling in dark places and hiding in cobwebbed cupboards and could do with a bath, but of most interest to Hadesu is probably the cut that extends above his left eyebrow through his hairline, dried and matted, but not a good sign.]
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