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badfic_logs2011-06-26 10:53 pm
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Character Names: Edogawa Conan(![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
always1truth)/Kudo Shinichi(mei_tantei) and Rokudo Mukuro (pickldpineapple)
When: Sunday Night of Blueprints week
Location: In the Forest?
Summary: Conan has an idea as to how to combat his cold- there might be consequences.
Ratings: uh... PG13 for safety?
Warnings: Pain. Probably language and secrets revealed.
'Damn' Conan wiped a bit of sweat from his chin as he leaned against the tree. Assuming the plot bunny really was telling the truth about the squirrels then he just had to check in places squirrels built they're nest... but climbing in this condition could be suicide. He was about sick of this stupid cold- and until the manor came back it wasn't likely to get any better. His vision was already blurry and he was sweating so it was only a matter of time before he passed out again. He took a breath and tried to think of all the survival skills he knew what would help a seven year old with a cold boarding on something more serious?
He twisted so he was leaning against the tree, finding the blueprints was important but there was no way he could find anything before he did something about this cold. He let out a small cough before storing his pockets in his hands in attempts to think. He felt something small in his pocket and pulled it out, opening his hand and staring at the small pill in his palm.
....An antidote? Come to think of it, his body would probably have a much easier time maintaining the same temperature and fighting off germs if he were in his true body- At the very least it would help to fight off anything worse than a cold. But... should he? He only had one and that meant only twenty four hours in a body slightly more equipped to handle living outside. And then there was the problem of not having a change of clothes. There was no way he'd still fit in his clothes now if he took the antidote... but maybe being indecent for a minute while he planned out some alternative to being naked would be better than feeling like death. ...An alternative like wearing leaves...
Another Coughing fit and Conan made up his mind- tossing the pill in his mouth and swallowing quickly.
always1truth)/Kudo Shinichi(mei_tantei) and Rokudo Mukuro (pickldpineapple)When: Sunday Night of Blueprints week
Location: In the Forest?
Summary: Conan has an idea as to how to combat his cold- there might be consequences.
Ratings: uh... PG13 for safety?
Warnings: Pain. Probably language and secrets revealed.
'Damn' Conan wiped a bit of sweat from his chin as he leaned against the tree. Assuming the plot bunny really was telling the truth about the squirrels then he just had to check in places squirrels built they're nest... but climbing in this condition could be suicide. He was about sick of this stupid cold- and until the manor came back it wasn't likely to get any better. His vision was already blurry and he was sweating so it was only a matter of time before he passed out again. He took a breath and tried to think of all the survival skills he knew what would help a seven year old with a cold boarding on something more serious?
He twisted so he was leaning against the tree, finding the blueprints was important but there was no way he could find anything before he did something about this cold. He let out a small cough before storing his pockets in his hands in attempts to think. He felt something small in his pocket and pulled it out, opening his hand and staring at the small pill in his palm.
....An antidote? Come to think of it, his body would probably have a much easier time maintaining the same temperature and fighting off germs if he were in his true body- At the very least it would help to fight off anything worse than a cold. But... should he? He only had one and that meant only twenty four hours in a body slightly more equipped to handle living outside. And then there was the problem of not having a change of clothes. There was no way he'd still fit in his clothes now if he took the antidote... but maybe being indecent for a minute while he planned out some alternative to being naked would be better than feeling like death. ...An alternative like wearing leaves...
Another Coughing fit and Conan made up his mind- tossing the pill in his mouth and swallowing quickly.