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[are_too_holmes]

[This Conan is obviously escaping from something, opening the door to the hallway furtively and checking the coast is clear. Whatever he's afraid of, he doesn't see it, slipping out of the room he's in and heading down the long corridor. This small detective is setting a fast pace, a disgruntled expression on his face. This may have something to do with the fact that he's wearing a baseball cap, and the dark green t-shirt and denim jacket combination he's wearing is something more usually associated with another detective.]

Geez ... pair look my arse.

[Conan tugs off the cap with one hand, stuffing it under one arm and jamming his hands in his pockets. He continues to complain as he makes his way down the hall.]

And they wonder why I don't like shopping with girls ...