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[onetruth_sleuth]

It's morning. There is one shrunken teen detective inna bar, buried in newspapers from his world with a coke in one hand, quickly thumbing through pages with the other as he reads them over. One might think he is always on the hunt for something, though that something is a something that is known only to him.

Feel free to come by.

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[abs_denham]

A young man with light brown hair and a slightly bruised eye peers under the newspaper.

"Hi, er, you haven't seen a sock under here have you?"

[onetruth_sleuth]

Conan blinks quickly at the appearance of the man. He slowly, hesitantly, shakes his head at him. "...No, I haven't..." he replies softly. Since when has anyone been able to sneak up on him?!

[abs_denham]

"Or anywhere else?" Abs asks hopefully. "It's blue with a picture of a beer bottle on."

[onetruth_sleuth]

He smiles and reaches a hand to scratch the back of his neck. "Y-you mean those things Detective Moore is always drinking?" Yeah, he's playing the part of the innocent boy. "S-sorry, I haven't seen a sock anywhere.."