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[modernholmes]

[Today there is a small Japanese child in oversized glasses dodging through the crowd. Somebody might want to help him out before he gets himself trampled.]

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[lenkija]

[Well, you were probably thinking of someone more impressive when you said that, but here, have a glorious saviour!

ON A PONY!

People make way for him anyway. Or maybe more for the pony.]

Hey, you down there! Like, what's up?

[modernholmes]

[Normally Conan would be commentating on the sheer absurdity of this turn of events, but at the moment he was simply to relieved to have the crowd clear out, even if it was only for a moment. He artfully changes to expression to the image of a lost and confused child.]

I think I'm lost! I can't find Ran-neechan anywhere!

[lenkija]

[Oh. That is a problem. Give Poland three seconds to ponder this before he gets bored with the pndering.]

Ohmigawd like that sounds absolutely awful. Have you tried calling her?

[modernholmes]

My phone isn't connecting.

[lenkija]

[...!!!]

Like, give it to me!

[modernholmes]

[...Such a rude way of asking. But Conan limply tosses his phone up.]

[lenkija]

[There is some abusing the phone, and then he pulls out his own and tries to call the number from that one.

To no avail.] That's really lame. [Tossing the phone back at Canon.]