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[onetruth_sleuth]

Conan moves to the bar and crawls up on a stool. He slips a handful of yen to the bar top, and it vanishes. With a sigh, he drops off the stool and walks over to a table, hands buried in his short pockets.

Conan is at his usual table in the middle of the room. Feel free to poke...Or, glomp the cute little boy, as it amuses the mun... ^_^

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[notashortbean]

Ed's more likely to poke.

So he does so, after approaching from behind.

"So, the detective comes in the afternoon, too?"

[onetruth_sleuth]

Conan turns around and smirks. "And, I'm sure a guy like you isn't trying to skip out on working, yourself?"

[notashortbean]

"I," Ed says, smirking slightly, "have the day off."

He wasn't skipping out on any work at all! Even if technically he'd just given himself the day off. Uh. Yeah.

[onetruth_sleuth]

Conan just shrugs in response, before sitting back in his seat and idly swinging his feet in the air. "Just what do you do for a living, anyway?" he queries plainly.

[abs_denham]

There is some very bad singing coming from one corner of the room.

"Rocking, rolling, riding,
All along the bay,
All bound for morning town
Many miles away."

[onetruth_sleuth]

Of course, Conan had noticed. He was trying to ignore the singing...

...But, now it's beyond ignoring. Conan slumps with a soft groan. The song is killing him...And, he'd heard much worse before... "Oh, come on..." He slips from his seat, walks over, and slips a handful of yen into the container. "Keep it...Just shut up already..." With that, he walks off, his hands slip to his short pockets, and he walks off.

(OOC: Mun must escape to the horrors of work...will return in a number of hours...Sorry, we can slow-time, if you want... ^_^*)

[abs_denham]

Abs grins and waves.

"Thanks!"

He then puts his head in his hands for a moment. Never mind the patrons, the song's driving him mad.