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Haibara Ai ➙ Detective Conan ➙ Reserved ➙ 3/4

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Posting Samples

Third-Person Sample: Ai had developed a habit of blocking out the world around her when she found herself to be engrossed in her research work. Seeking out the information required to further continue the development to the antidote of the APTX-4869 was a project that needed her undivided attention. Every now and then the professor would clamber down the stairs, trying his best not to be so loud despite his large size, to check on the girl or to bring her something to eat. There were times where she would bury herself in her work so much she would not be seen for days. This led to the inevitable missing of a day or two of school from time to time but in the long run, Ai saw it as an acceptable risk whenever she found even the slightest bit of information that could help. Cell-rejuvenation is a tricky subject matter. One mistake and she could very well kill both herself and Conan.

The sudden urge to yawn had become too much for the chemist to ignore. Pausing in mid-equation she closed her eyes and yawned into her left hand. As she rubbed at the respective eye wearily she glanced over at the clock that was half buried beneath research work. Red, digital numbers were practically glaring two o'clock in the morning at her. It would certainly explain why she had not heard the professor's footsteps over head in the past few hours - he must have gone to bed by then.

Ai paused to look at the computer screen, staring at the blinking cursor for a moment or two. The hour was late and there was the fact that there was to be a field trip that day with her class. If she went to bed now she could catch up on a bit more sleep on the bus ride over. That is if Ayumi, Mitsuhiko and Genta would allow her that luxury. Another yawn escaped the chemist when she stretched her arms over her head before she moved the mouse to save her progress.

She could always remind the detective that he still owed her. He could keep the others from bothering her so that she could sleep some more.