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So. Here we are.

Are you certain about your next move? Think for a moment--no, actually, that would be wasted effort. You'd better just let me do that for you from now on. First, you'll have to make more room. I'm a man with specific requirements and you know that one of them is enough space.

Now get on with it. I'm sure they're getting impatient.

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You could say 'please' if you're asking for a favor, you know.

I'll remember that the next time I intend to ask for one.

No you won't.

Of course I will. It's not difficult to remember something useful.

How are you enjoying it?

Sorry? Enjoying what?

Your vacation.

Oh, right. Bit boring, actually. Seems like it might be over soon anyway.

Really? And where would you be off to?

Back to outer space, believe it or not.

I'd prefer not. But that would be too easy.

What about you? What's taking up all the space?

[See this impatient look? Come, John. You can do better than that.] Rubbish.

Rubbish is taking up the space or you think my question was rubbish?

Both.

Right. Should have guessed.

[He starts pacing, apparently frustrated by that answer. Or lack thereof, in this case. Then he stops abruptly and turns back to his friend.]

You know me. This one should be obvious.

... You're doing that look again.

I don't have a look, John. Rubbish. What is rubbish?

[Sigh. All right, he'll play along.]

Garbage? Things you don't need?

Ah, but you can't have rubbish where we are, can you? Besides, I don't complain about clutter. That's Mrs. Hudson's job.

[Really, he's just happy to talk to you again.]

There's only one thing that can accumulate here.

[And he taps the side of his head with one forefinger.]

What, thoughts?

... You want your mun to get rid of excess thoughts?

Only the ones that aren't worth anything.

If you could just see this place! It's practically collapsing from all of the drivel stockpiled in here. Information, enough to fill a hard drive, and practically all of it pointless.

[Deep breath.]

I think I'd prefer if it were empty.

We can't all be like you, Sherlock. Most people aren't able to delete things from their mental hard drive.

You'll just have to adapt.

[Mutter] Or they will.

Good luck with that. I don't think that's how this works.

Fine. You've got a better suggestion?

I don't know, try to enjoy it?

Careful when you boss your mun around. They retaliate. And not usually in a nice way.

Tsh.

Well. At least they are attracted to heavy smokers.

I'm supposed to be intimidated by them, am I?

Maybe not intimidated- by mun's had me shot twice in the same month before. So I've more or less learned not to make demands of her.

That's not necessarily a good thing, Sherlock.

Pity. You'll miss all the fun.

No, it's a great thing. I won't even have to hunt for them. [Yes, now he's teasing you, John.]

I'm sure it's nothing worth getting shot over. I can only take so much of that kind of abuse. This body's not exactly equipped to handle so much pain all at once.

[Maybe it's because it's well passed Conan's bedtime and he's too tired to notice that one little slip up. Or maybe he flat out doesn't care right now- either way. You heard right. He definitely said 'This body']

[He barely reacts to that, but the fact that he keeps going probably says something.

If he weren't interested, he'd just tell Conan to leave.]

If you're getting shot over it, then you're simply not making much of an impression. I'm sure you've probably been told that much before.

[He stops to think about that. Sherlock may actually have a point after all and he's not too proud to give it consideration.] Maybe it's not so much the demands as it when I decide I need a break. Before I know it she's signed me up for plots in games that involve pain or amnesia.

[Which should be interesting considering he has two lives to keep up with.]

Memory loss isn't something someone like me can afford.

[Sherlock is actually thinking the same thing at the moment. After the strange slip he reviewed what they had said again.]

No, I imagine not. It would make keeping things in line more difficult, particularly if you were talking to a close friend. I'm sure they would be surprised if you weren't yourself.

It wouldn't be just difficult-it'd be impossible and very confusing. [Also extremely dangerous]

And you were doing so well...

Oh, shut up. You don't expect me to put up with this dull place without some kind of stimulation, do you?

Yes. Tell me, how is it done?

Ah... well...

[...Oh hey. He just kinda backed himself into a wall with that one, did he? There's really no point in trying to pull the whole 'but I'm just a kid' act anymore. Not with Sherlock Holmes and Shinichi would know that better than anyone.]

[He quickly looks around to make sure no one else is around or going to sneak up on him before letting out a very tired and very un-childlike sigh]

A little over year ago I made a stupid mistake and landed myself and unwittingly everyone close to me in horrible danger. So, I had to change my name and live under the false life of a seven year old.

Surely you can find something besides smoking to entertain yourself?

[He looks mildly impatient about that response. No offense, Conan. He's just looking for something specific. And he's bored.]

Yes, but how? You already communicated that you're used to danger, and have been regardless of this little interference. Your mannerisms and choice of diction don't really befit a normal child, so we can safely assume you are used to a body that is at least a time again older than the one you're displaying right now. You're hiding your identity to spare those close to you, but how did you do it?

Not by choice?

That depends. Is there a case? No? Well, then.

...An untested poison.

Like I said- I got myself in trouble. Instead of bullets they used an undeveloped poison that had a very interesting side effect on me. Instead of killing me-- I shrank.

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