Apr 21, 2010 14:48
A bored Conan, sitting alone in the dining hall isn't really that unusual a sight. This one might not be familiar to a lot of people in the mansion, and the ones that had met him before might not remember or recognize him. The wrist-brace is gone, the knife-wounds healed, all traces of his long-ago fight with 1412 have faded. After all, he's been at home for a while.
He does have a broken leg though, and crutches too, slightly scuffed up and worn. The injury was set at a hospital, and the white cast is covered with well-intentioned scribbles from his elementary school class. Said scribbles contrast sharply with the high-school level math book on the table in front of him, and the backpack on the floor beside him is full of papers with homework that alternates between Edogawa Conan's and Kudo Shinichi's school assignments.
[prose],
*au,
edogawa conan