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Mar. 12th, 2012 12:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
holmesiantantei[It is a shiny sunny sunny new day and there is a happy, happy little child poking about curiously in the town! Everything is so very exciting and new and he's oh so curious~~~!]
[....Yeah, right. He's wearing what amounts to little more than a sheet pinned together, he's barefoot because the sandals he was given were about five sizes too large, and it's freezing out to boot.]
[It's hard to keep a scowl off of his face. Conan manages for the most part, but every so often he'll slip and frown deeply, his brow creasing in a way that's far too mature for such a small child - and his glasses aren't there to hide these slips behind any more. He keeps reaching for the bridge of his nose to adjust them, and keeps faltering as he realises the lenses he'd gotten so used to wearing are no longer there. Which in turn serves to make him more irritated - as if he needed another reminder he'd been stuck as 'Conan' for far too long.]
[He pauses with another quickly-brushed away frown, tugging the folds of cloth he's wearing more closely around him. At least there's so much of it that he can drape some over his shoulders like a cloak to keep in warmth.]
[ooc: Feel free to bump into Conan anywhere around the houses/shops/dock on the island; he's going to be poking his nose into as much of everything as he can.]
[....Yeah, right. He's wearing what amounts to little more than a sheet pinned together, he's barefoot because the sandals he was given were about five sizes too large, and it's freezing out to boot.]
[It's hard to keep a scowl off of his face. Conan manages for the most part, but every so often he'll slip and frown deeply, his brow creasing in a way that's far too mature for such a small child - and his glasses aren't there to hide these slips behind any more. He keeps reaching for the bridge of his nose to adjust them, and keeps faltering as he realises the lenses he'd gotten so used to wearing are no longer there. Which in turn serves to make him more irritated - as if he needed another reminder he'd been stuck as 'Conan' for far too long.]
[He pauses with another quickly-brushed away frown, tugging the folds of cloth he's wearing more closely around him. At least there's so much of it that he can drape some over his shoulders like a cloak to keep in warmth.]
[ooc: Feel free to bump into Conan anywhere around the houses/shops/dock on the island; he's going to be poking his nose into as much of everything as he can.]