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[sneakyshoes]

Ohhh, all right, all right. All riiiight.

I said I would, and here I am. It's a nice enough day, I suppose. Don't really have anything else better to do.

Could be interesting. Meet some people. Get out, get about. Maybe start something. A riot would be nice. Good, clear day for it, and there's soooo little happening right now.

Mmm, a word, though, dear. Nothing too terribly serious, don't you pull that face on me. Don't you think that name's just the littlest bit obtuse? Hmm? Just the littlest tiny bit?

[_nope.]

No?

[<sub>it's just. obtuse. enough.

he shrugs, rolls his eyes and pulls his phone out from his trouser pocket.</sub>]

Whatever. [_singsong:] I don't ca~are. Don't come crying to me when no-one gets it, and never say I didn't warn you.

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[sneakyshoes]

<sub>[thank GOD the kid bounced it, because hearing it means he's just enough time to hit the ground, watching the ball go sailing through the air where his head was just seconds before. he sighs, stands and brushes himself off.

s i i i i g h ]</sub>

You aren't asking the right questions, and it's incredibly clear you haven't _[singsong] the slight~est idea what you're ta~lking abooo~ut.

_{[a shrug.]} The thing is, sweetie, you don't know a damn thing about Sherlock or his brother or, really, the whole damn ordeal, and I don't really feel like telling you all the dirty details because I know you won't believe me. You're oh-so-devoted to your precious Sherlock Holmes, regardless of the facts.

Besides. You don't want to give me my due, and I so do love taking credit for the things I've done.

_{[another prolonged sigh.]} You've given me not a single reason to give you any more of my time, and unless you've got a reason, I do believe our business is done here.

[consultantsson]

[ Again, he's not at all phased and mutters a quick 'damn' when the ball misses, embeds it's self in a nearby wall creating a soccer ball-sized crater and harmlessly deflates like a balloon. ]

No, Mr. Napoleon of the crime world-You're the one that doesn't know anything. For one, I've been living with Holmes the past few months, and two you'll never be able to convince me Holmes is a bad person because I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that he isn't.

The fact that you don't recognize the name Conan means that I hold a trump card you couldn't possibly talk your way out of. Oh but, I've already told you that I won't tell you what that is. So don't bother asking, Moriarty-san.

[sneakyshoes]

Ohh, don't call me that.

_[eyeroll.]

Lying and being a bad person aren't mutually exclusive, you stupid, silly child. There's not a detective in the world that can survive painting the world in black and white.

[consultantsson]

[ Conan can't help it, with his temper bubbling so close to the surface he just laughs at the comment about lying and being a bad person-he knows they aren't mutually exclusive more than anyone and there's no one that lies more than he does. ]

You're the one trying to convince me Holmes is lying about what happened-funnily enough though, I never asked-I didn't need to ask. I used my own deductions to come to the conclusions I have so calling him a liar is kind of pointless on your part. And don't bother trying to convince me I'm wrong.

[sneakyshoes]

<sub>[boring.]

You're just going in circles, round and round.</sub>

Your deductions are wrong, your story is wrong, and you're never going t'get it unless you find the facts.

It's his brother.
No plastic surgery.

Look, kid, run along home to daddy and feel free to tell him oh-so-proudly how you beat scary Monster Moriarty, hmm? I've had enough of this.

_{Hate going in circles. So entirely, utterly pointless.}

[consultantsson]

I'm not denying that Mycroft-san had a part in it but the mastermind behind framing Holmes was you.

You had to have had his face visible because anything else he could easily prove to be a set up-but if his face were to be recognized that's something even he would have had difficulty talking his way out of.

And for the record, I never said anything about you under going plastic surgery-it wouldn't be difficult at all for you to have someone else go under the knife-I'm sure you had more than enough time as it only takes about half a year for a person to fully recover from that kind of thing. After the crime was committed it's most likely the person made to alter their face was killed-incinerated probably. That way, while it could be proven the victim had, had plastic surgery it would be impossible to determine what the face had looked like.

[sneakyshoes]

Well, that's right.

Listen to me. _{[he leans in close.]} There was no plastic surgery.

_{[christ, kid, you're killin him here.]}

[consultantsson]

Sure.

[ but it had to be something similar-if not surgery than a mask...? Either way, he doesn't really trust anything Moriarty says anyway. ]

[sneakyshoes]

<sub>[you're not listening to him.]

You're not listening to me.</sub>

[consultantsson]

[ The seven year old just looks up, clearly not happy about his train of thought being interrupted. ]

I'm thinking. Be quiet.

[sneakyshoes]

Oh, please, take your time.

_{[oh he is SO unamused right now.]}

No rush.

[consultantsson]

[ The small detective only nods and goes back to his thinking, his thumb tucked under his chin with his index finger pressed against his lips. ]

[ after along moment of silence and letting his thoughts wander here and there he looks up again. ]

Ah-! You're still here?

[ At this point, he's probably just doing it to be irritating. He's rather gifted at that. ]

[sneakyshoes]

<sub>[nope he's had enough

nope he's out of here

screw this and screw you, Conan, and while he's at it screw your stupid detective too godDAMN

he turns and starts to walk away again because if he stays, he's decking a seven year old]</sub>

[consultantsson]

[ And then he can get him arrested for assaulting a minor. Everyone wins. :D ]

Oh, you're leaving?

Don't you wanna know what my trump card is?

[ Jim can try walking off , but the seven year old just trotts after him. ]

[sneakyshoes]

_[snort]

Somehow I highly doubt you have any trump card worth knowing, dear.

[consultantsson]

Maybe, but you'll probably never know. Too bad since Holmes already knows.

[sneakyshoes]

Oh, no. He doesn't. Oh, God, how can I ever turn my life around after this terrible revelation. Christ Almighty, deliver me from this horrible reality! Why! Why!

_{[in case you haven't gotten it, he's being sarcastic. really, really painfully sarcastic.]}

[consultantsson]

[ If Jim had meant to evoke any emotion other than confusion in the young detective, well.. he failed miserably as he only raises an eyebrow, not at all sure what that is about other than he knows how successful he's been at digging under the man's skin. ]

You're not very good at recognizing when you're being played for a fool, are you Napoleon-san?

[sneakyshoes]

_{[the longest stare of all time.]}

You must be joking.

_{[okay THAT got under his skin.]}

I don't caaaaaare what you know or don't. I don't caaaaare what he knows or doesn't. I don't care. I don't care.

[inventedconsultant]

[wow alright time to rein in the attack puppy.]

[it isn't entirely clear just how much of the conversation has been overheard, but cue the hem of an ever so familiar greatcoat eclipsing the small detective as he shimmers onto the scene.]

[honestly, it's impressive just how smacked around and fed up the consulting criminal had been rendered. Conan always had a knack for the latter; a small smirk cannot help but betray itself.]

I can't say this is the most pathetic thing I've seen, but being you, I'm sure it deserves an honorable mention.

[sneakyshoes]

_{[enjoy the excited look on his face.]}

Sherlock! Well, well, well. Somehow I doubt it has anything on adopting your biggest fan. Unless you don't have John around anymore? He looked so cute in his jumpers, Sherls, you should have kept him. It's so tacky to get a new model, don't you know that?

_{[siiigh. he doesn't even care how much blood is all over him right now, or how terribly crumpled he looks. it's SHERLOCK, and now shit can get personal.]}

Your little boy here's been regaling me with all sorts of things about the plastic-surgery victim I've apparently murdered and hidden away! Ooh, ooh and the part about your brother being a pawn _{[he leans in and whispers]} --and that's the best part. I hope I didn't ruin it.

_{[he leans back, looking concerned.]}

And here I'd thought I taught you a nice lesson about being honest and open, Sherlock! You've really let me down.

[consultantsson]

Just to annoy you. [ he now freely admits, peeking from behind Holmes' coat. And you are so lucky he is out of soccer balloons Jim. ]

I COULDN'T RESIST sorry sorry sorry

[sneakyshoes]

Aaaaand?

_{[butt out, kid.]}