come_sailaway | He has regrets.

Who: Conan & you, probably
Where: around.
What: Conan might have caught a cold. but he's fine.
when: The day after the storm
Warnings: Idk? Seven Year olds with a terrible immune system?? will update if needed.

Early Morning - Breakfast Time

[ Conan isn't making any attempt at the cheerful kid this morning. He's looking a little under the weather all pale and dark circle under his usually bright blue eyes. He's isolated himself to a table in the far back with his usual breakfast of orange juice and a fruit cup. He's a little stuffed up and keeps clearing his throat. Every so often he'll outright cough but he does his best to contain his germs. He doesn't want anyone else getting sick and a cruise ship is... well it would be easy for it to spread. ]

[ He's sort of wishing he'd stayed in his room during the whole ordeal because then he wouldn't have this terrible head cold from getting absolutely soaked and his probably wouldn't be pounding like it is. He knows his immune system has been shot to hell since the apotoxin so he knew this would happen. And he went out into the rain anyway. ]

[ He coughs lightly and then looks up as someone dares to approach him. ]

I wouldn't sit by me - I have a cold.

Mid Day - The Library

[ His plan is simple - find a good mystery and get right back to bed before he passes out. Because right now he's feeling a little light headed and that's not generally a great sign. Despite his best efforts to keep is down, his fever must have spiked. ]

[ He pulls a book from the shelf and stares at the title a bit too long before realizing he's holding a romance novel. His cheeks burn bright red and he shoves it back where he got, scooting off to find more mystery novels. Hopefully no one saw that. ]

[ He lets out a small cough, covering his mouth as he does before pulling another book from the self. Where's a good mystery when he needs one? Why aren't these books better organized? ]

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[ Malcolm has accompanied his smol roommate to the library and is also looking for a book to read. He too goes through them rather quickly. It's easy to see that Conan is feeling under the weather. Despite the boy's independence, Malcolm's keeping a close eye on him to make sure that he's okay. He'll make sure he gets back to the room and into bed. Hopefully he'll actually stay there.

Browsing the titles on the shelves, Malcolm is similarly annoyed that there doesn't seem to be any organization to the books. It's hard to find what you're looking for. When he notices that Conan is pulling something out, Malcolm turns to see what it is. That cover is definitely not a mystery. Malcolm smiles, but says nothing as the boy hurriedly returns the book to the shelf. ]

I guess you've already read everything by Agatha Christie, right?

[ Conan squints down at title of the book he's pulled out and the words seem to blur just a little. He should find a book and get back to bed quickly. He identifies the title as something probably more science fiction related which might interest him just a little. Not that he'll admit it, of course. ]

[ He looks at Malcom a moment before offering a small shrug in answer to the question. ]

Multiple times. My favorite is The ABC Murders.

That's an interesting one. You're a fan of Poirot?

[ He scans the shelves, hoping that something will pop out to him that he can offer as a recommendation to Conan. Malcolm's read a lot of detective fiction.

His fingers suddenly pause over the name Dumas on the spine of a book. ]

Have you read 'The Count of Monte Cristo'?

A little bit... [ He offers coyly before pausing to cough a moment. ] I much prefer Sherlock Holmes though... [ He sucks in a breath and frowns at how scratchy his breathing feels. He really ought to get back to bed soon. ]

Um, no, don't think I've read that one. Is it a mystery?

I prefer Holmes too. [ Malcolm smiles. He wonders if there are any of those books on the ship, considering that the actual John Watson also happens to be on the ship. ]

Technically it's not. [ Malcolm pulls the book off of the shelf. ] It's about a man who was wrongfully imprisoned and how he gets his revenge on the people who did it to him.

[ Well, if Conan had been a little unsure of Malcom before, a good way to gain point in his favor is always to admit to being a fan of Sherlock Holmes. It earns Malcom a genuine smile that's short lived due to Conan needed to duck his head and cough into his arm. ]

I guess that sounds interesting.

[ Shinichi decides, not wanting to appear too interested in the book even though it does sound pretty interesting. ]

[ Is that a real smile? Malcolm almost can't believe it, but he's glad that he's finally bonding with the boy.

He hands Conan the book. ]

It's one of my favorites. My father and I read it together...

[ Malcolm's face clouds for a moment, his brow furrowing. ]

Anyway, I think you'll like it.

[suddenly just There, holding a small paper bag in her hands.]

I heard you weren't feeling very well, Mr. Kudou!

[ Shinichi feels his heart rate spike at the use of his real name and the looks of alarm is replaced by that of an incredulous child. ]

Wh-what do you mean Friday-san? Shinichi-niichan's not here. I'm Conan, remember?

Well, that's not the name on my records, but if that's what you'd like me to call you, I'd be happy to do so! [pause] Of course, there's a slightly more pressing matter...

[ he turns his head to cough a moment. ]

It's probably a mix up since Shinichi-niichan and I look kind of alike. [ moving on. ]

anyways, do you mean my cold?

... But, you are...

[gdi gal focus]

Yes! I don't know if you went and got anything yourself already, but I picked you up some cold medicine from the infirmary! And a few other things from the sundries shop!

[holds out paper bag with clear pride.]

[ Conan's ready to push the lie but gets derailed as the bag is pushed at him. ]

oh.. thank you, I guess...

[ although he's going to thoroughly examine every little thing. ]

[it's all just normal stuff. cough medicine. nasal decongestant. glyco-heroin. tissues. children's tylenol.

cocks her head to the side.] I do hope you feel better, Mr. Edogawa!

[ he starts pulling the things out of the bag right there at the table because what are manners? Nothing seems dangerous or poisonous. ]

It's just a cold, it'll probably go away in a few days.

[ He assures her, his voice a little scratchy. ]

[heroin syrup is slightly dangerous??????]

Still, wouldn't you rather feel better sooner than later? You need to keep yourself in the best condition you can, here!

He has regrets.

Mid Day

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breakfast

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