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[csi_catherine]

The CSI quotient in the bar goes up to two, now.

Catherine sitting in a booth, nursing an orange juice, looking like marriage suits her. Come bother.

[ooc: Mun begs slowtime for class, offers apologies and snogging to all. Be back around four or five-ish.]

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[onetruth_sleuth]

And, over walks one six year old boy with large glasses, juggling a soccer ball idly like a pro. He stops...well, somewhat, just kind of bouncing the ball and catching it with the top of his foot. "Hello...I saw you talking to that nice Sara lady..." he says calmly, before tossing the ball up and bouncing it with his head, up and down, up and down.

[csi_catherine]

"Hey." Catherine grins down at him, leaning back on her seat. "She works at the same place I do--and she's one of my best friends. We're pretty close."

[onetruth_sleuth]

He lets the ball drop to juggle between his feet, his hands still buried in his pockets. "So...you do the same kind of things she does for a living?" Was he hoping she would say not...the last thing he needs is another person figuring out his secret...

[csi_catherine]

"I do." She jiggles her foot at him, motioning towards the ball with a wink. "You play soccer, back home?"

[onetruth_sleuth]

He smiles, kicking the ball behind him, then kicking back and sending the ball forward again. "Not really..." he says softly, bouncing the ball with his head. "I guess I used to...kind of..." He begins to think back on his past. Then again, the game had been quite fun, but that's not the reason he played.

[csi_catherine]

She watches him for a moment, thoughtfully, then suddenly gets up. "C'mon--it's nice out today, the lakeside's clear. Let's take your ball for a spin."

[onetruth_sleuth]

He smiles, stopping the ball and letting it settle on the ground, then looks to her as he rests a foot on top of it. "Okay, lady..." he says calmly. How he hated having to call adults that, but he had to play the part of a kid, so it wasn't his choice.

[csi_catherine]

"You can call me Catherine, you know," she calls over her shoulder, holding the door open for him.

[onetruth_sleuth]

The boy catches the ball in both hands and walks out the door, bowing his head slightly to her in thanks.

As he reaches a section of trees, he looks around. 'This may be a decent place to test the real power of Agasa's shoes he gave me...' he thinks to himself, smiling in satisfaction. It was a good idea, but maybe not with someone else watching him.

[csi_catherine]

Catherine darts back in a clearing, bouncing on her feet, grinning openly and motioning for him to join her.

[onetruth_sleuth]

He blinks, but turns to follow her anyway, towards the clearing. 'She's like a grown Amy...' he thinks in his mind. Oh boy, was he in for trouble, if that was true.

[csi_catherine]

In a swift movement, she nudges the ball away from him and moves it down the clearing, jogging backwards.

[onetruth_sleuth]

He blinks, then smirks. "Alright...you wanna play it that way..." He takes to a sprint, then skises slightly, dodging to the side, and taking the ball with him, kicking it right between her legs. His competitive self overtakes him, and he skids, winds up, and kicks the ball between two trees, being the goal posts in his mind. The ball flies into the bushes, and rolls out of sight. He blinks. Oh shit...

[csi_catherine]

"I'll go get that," Catherine says diplomatically, getting to her hands and kneess and crawling underneath the bush.

As she rustles around in the foliage, there can faintly be heard: "So where do you come from?"

[onetruth_sleuth]

Conan simply walks over, watching the woman wnader farther into the bushes. 'Hmm...even without the shoes help, that thing went through there pretty far...' he thinks. He continues to watch her. "Tokyo, Japan...Twenty-first century..." he says softly in reply. Well, he thought it right to tell all of it...

[csi_catherine]

"I'm from the same century," she returns brightly over her shoulder. "Not from Japan, though--ever heard of Las Vegas?"