Log with Hakuba [With brief appearance by Beatrice.] During week of no magic.

[17_going_on_8]

[As soon it wasn't an indecently early hour (though still too early for any person to get up unless they have specific PLANS), Conan was heading for where he knew Hakuba's current room was. He'd come to a decision after talking with Kaito and he wasn't going to let paranoia get him to think up another hundred things to NOT do this

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[im_in_ur_exit]

[Saguru, strangely enough, has this habit of rising at the crack of dawn whether there's an alarm clock or not - it takes one Hell of a runaround on a heist and being out until almost time to get up to interfere with that.]

[This means he's already folded up and put away the futon and extra blankets and all by the time the knock comes. MUN absolutely isn't plotting against him not at all]

[So, answering the door will be a slightly muzzy "I should've choked my internal alarm" Hakuba who obviously hasn't gotten nearly enough sleep, shirtless, disheveled, and a little confused. Oh, and Beatrice is there.] Conan-kun?

[17_going_on_8]

Hello, Hakuba-niisan. [It was a rather neutral tone, facing Hakuba when he said it before he scanned the room behind him. A habit, really. Just to be sure there was something suspicious.] There's something I nee-

[And then he choked on his words. Only one sleeping space obvious. He glanced at Hakuba. Tired, disheveled, no shirt. He looked at the bed again. Some blonde girl. Did Hakuba just work that fast?! What was...]

[What....]

....

[Was that Beatrice's hair ornament on the night stand?] WHY IS BEATO IN YOUR BED?!

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[bitchcrafts]

[ Of course, Beato looks her fair share of more disheveled than usual because she doesn't have any magic to pretty her up into that ethereal magically prim look she usually has-- probably doesn't have much in terms of night clothes, either, just a really long shirt, maybe. At first, she's really, really annoyed to be woken up so early with someone screaming, then she spots him.

'Oh. Chibi-Battler thinks I'm involved with Mister London.' ]

[bitchcrafts]

[ ... So of course, all you two get is a sneering cackle before she rolls over back in bed. You boys can deduce through the awkwardness all you want. ]