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Edogawa Conan - Case 037 [In Person - sorta]
[waking up to a burning- itching sensation on his stomach was not really how Conan wanted to start his day- he scratches angrily at the itchy patch of skin and rolls over to check the clock- 4:56 -yeah he'll be rolling over to get back to bed. It's far too early.]
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[But the itching it back and this time on his arm- did he get attacked by mosquitoes or something in his sleep? Conan just angrily rolls over and now it's on his back and neck- and back at the stomach. What is the deal!?]
[More then a little annoyed he rolls out of bed and clicks his watch on to get a look at his arms. Little dots are all over his right arm- and left- and they're on his stomach. What the Hell? He thought the Author's plots started on Mondays not Saturday. He scratches some at his neck and goes to click the light on to get a better look at his condition. Red dots. Red dots that are pretty much all over him.]
AAAAAAH!
[His very elegant expression can be heard probably all down the hall]
((Conan gets to start his new year off with chicken pox! :D feel free to hear his scream/ be worried/ make fun of him))
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[But the itching it back and this time on his arm- did he get attacked by mosquitoes or something in his sleep? Conan just angrily rolls over and now it's on his back and neck- and back at the stomach. What is the deal!?]
[More then a little annoyed he rolls out of bed and clicks his watch on to get a look at his arms. Little dots are all over his right arm- and left- and they're on his stomach. What the Hell? He thought the Author's plots started on Mondays not Saturday. He scratches some at his neck and goes to click the light on to get a better look at his condition. Red dots. Red dots that are pretty much all over him.]
AAAAAAH!
[His very elegant expression can be heard probably all down the hall]
((Conan gets to start his new year off with chicken pox! :D feel free to hear his scream/ be worried/ make fun of him))
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Ne, do you know any doctors here?
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[He is already climbing back in to bed.]
Thank you Ran-neechan.
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Ne, both chicken-pox and measles are contagious, so when you next see Haibara-chan, let her know that she's welcome to stay with me while you recover. And we'd better warn your friends so that they know not to come and play.
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Ill be sure to tell her..[he's crawling back under his blankets. Must. Not. Scratch.]
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[And it's not long before Ran is back -- breakfast today is a light omelette stuffed with sauteed button mushrooms and bacon, with a glass of orange juice and some toast. There's a tin of baking soda also on the tray. Ran balances the tray carefully as she opens the door.]
Conan-kun? Ready for breakfast?
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[He sits up and smiles brightly at her.]
Thank you, Ran-neechan!
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[he's not so excited about seeing a doctor]
Do you think he'll have some Calamine lotion?
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Guess so...
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That's good.
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[Did you notice that use of the first person plural, Conan?]
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[Oh, he definitely noticed]
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Y-You don't have to do that!
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Eat your breakfast before it gets cold.
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