Vermouth is surprised he actually took it. He rarely bothers with the childish act around her anymore. Still, it is a welcome turn of events. She is less likely to lose the little detective in the blizzard like this.
Her hand closes over his in a gentle hold, and she starts to walk forward.
"Me? You can call me Christine," she replies, making up a quick alias. Using an existing one would risk others linking her to this place. "And what about you, boy? What is your name?"
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Date: 2017-04-13 11:48 pm (UTC)"So what should I call you?"
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Date: 2017-04-14 12:17 am (UTC)Her hand closes over his in a gentle hold, and she starts to walk forward.
"Me? You can call me Christine," she replies, making up a quick alias. Using an existing one would risk others linking her to this place. "And what about you, boy? What is your name?"
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Date: 2017-04-23 02:47 pm (UTC)He tries to get a better look at her face, but between her winter gear, the snow and his shortness he still can't get a clear view.
"Conan Edogawa."
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Date: 2017-05-06 07:51 pm (UTC)Her voice seems to hint at a smile, though her mouth can't be seen. Vermouth turns at a clearing in the trees.
"It's nice to meet you, Conan Edogawa. The cabin is just a little bit farther."