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Edogawa Conan: 061: [In Person]
[Someone has over exerted them-self. Conan has spent the whole week thinking about the blueprints and marking places off and contemplating the places the author would most likely hide them. He hasn't gotten much rest or food since he prefers to work on a case with a mostly empty stomach.
Remember how sick he was? Well, it hasn't gotten any better and there is now a passed out detective in the middle of the grass. His breathing is irregular, he's sweating, and looks pretty pale.]
Remember how sick he was? Well, it hasn't gotten any better and there is now a passed out detective in the middle of the grass. His breathing is irregular, he's sweating, and looks pretty pale.]
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Oi! Wake up! I shoudld've known you'd do something this stupid.
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Nygh..
[Conan opens his eyes slightly- staring up at... himself?] w-what?!
[In Person]
Pinoko knew it! Pinoko knew you'd get into a fiksh like thish!
Are you okay?!
Please wake up!
[In Person]
H-huh?
[In Person]
[She'll take off her ribbons (not without a little sad frowning... how she hated to be in public with messy hair!) and run off. Then, she comes back with a clump of dripping wet cloth, which she presses to his forehead as a makeshift cold compress.]
... please don't try to get up, jusht relaksh... Pinoko'll take care of you!
[She'll give him a sweetly encouraging smile.]