deductiongeekWho: Conan and anyone
What: Conan is dressed as Sherlock. The wrong Sherlock. And he isn't happy about that.
Where: The Lobby
When: Now
Now, normally Conan wouldn't have been too bothered by the sudden costume change. Being stuffed into humiliating outfits was a common hazard of being trapped in the body of a seven-year-old kid. There was something about his current appearance that made some people practically jump at the chance of forcing him to wear the most ridiculous clothing.
He'd once spent weeks hiding from Ran around bedtime to stop her from forcing him into a set of panda shaped pajamas. Come to think of it, she probably still had not given up on that.
In contrast to those pajamas, this outfit was not all that bad. Just a long dark coat with a high collar and a scarf wrapped around his back. Both several size too large. Apart from making him look like a kid playing dress up with an adults clothes, he didn't have much to complain about
No, the problem was that he was dressed exactly like Sherlock. And not the literary Sherlock he idolized. No, he was dressed like that other Sherlock. The Sherlock from that other world that had insulted Doyle and who was annoyingly perceptive.
Conan was not looking forward to being spotted by him dressed like this.
But he couldn't just stay in his room. He'd only wasted a few moments bemoaning the situation before heading out to the lobby for his usual people watching. And so here he was, curled up on a chair in the corner of the lobby with the sleeves of his too large coat rolled up and the extra material crumpled beneath him, as he tried to go about his usual morning activity.
Observations.