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Dave Arson stood in front of the gates, wondering if he had the right place. He looked towards the house plate. It reads:

Kudo

It was the right place. But there didn't seem to be anyone at home. He examined the padlock on the gate. A little rusty. No one had touched it yet. He peered through the trees to see a large haunted-looking house. "...That's bigger than my house," he muttered.

Then he started to wonder. If Kudo Yuusaku weren't in Los Angeles---where else did he go if he weren't here?

[Satou Miwako]

Satou was on her morning walk and started seeing Detecive Kogoro Mouri's house,"oh there's Kogoro's house,"she thought,"and then if I walk farther I'd see Kudo's. Maybe if I'm lucky I would see one of the Kudos.

When Satou reached Kudo's house she saw somebody standing in front of it. She also noticed that he wasn't from this place,"hello,"Satou greeted.

[Kudo Yuusaku]

The intrigued author took a stroll around Tokyo. He was expecting to see his son, Shinichi Kudo. Having been a long while since he has made contact with the boy. Glancing at his watch, it was almost time. 11:03 was the time plastered on the golden wristwatch. He saw Dr. Agasa's house while passing his now present son's house, a while back. How is my old friend, Dr. Agasa? Continuing his walk around he stopped in front of the Mouri Detective Agency. He peered up to one of the closed windows, "Shinichi." He stood there for a long while, leaning against a brick wall. He wanted to see his son again. Did Shinichi know that his father had come to see him? Mr. Kudo had flashbacks of his growing boy.

[Random]

[Ooc: ...Satou, you seem to turn up everywhere...it's getting weird. Was sort of hoping for a private RPG with Kudo-san, but fine.]

Dave turned at the voice and saw a Japanese woman. Darn it...and I haven't brushed up my language yet, he thought with a frown. It would be good if she knows sign language...never mind.

"Er, gomen nasai," he said hastily, and turned away. He knew he was being a bit rude, but he had enough language problems in other places. Not only that, he was in a rush. He had to find Kudo Yuusaku for the interview before he left for home the next day. He rubbed his shoulder a bit, wincing a little.

[Kudo Yuusaku]

He wandered aimlessly, when the strikes 12:00 then he will see his son. "I have one hour." He checked his watch again, "I have 55 more minutes to be exact." In secret he was going to meet Shinichi at a restaurant, they have assigned this the day Mr. Kudo contacted Dr. Agasa. Last time he did it was an exciting event, dressed as the Knight Barron. He laughed at the thought of that meeting; he was later plotted back in the ride home though. All he wanted now is too see how he was doing. Did he get close in countering the evil Black Organization? Taking a stroll around, returning to the same places visited. He went inside stores, looking around at the gift shops while visiting.

[Detective Conan Edogawa]

Conan stretched out from his slumber. “Ah today I am meeting my dad.” He got up and stood on a stool used for reaching the sink. Conan took the toothbrush in one hand and held the toothpaste with the other. Then he squeezed the tube, letting the substance rub against the brush. Once in hand he wet the brush and began to scrub.

“Yes, my father came… Ok meeting him at this place.” He looked at a picture of the restaurant sitting on the bed. He received it notifying Conan the meeting and time.

The adolescent washed the toothbrush and placed it back. He got down and went to get dressed. Putting on his bowtie and watch as his last piece. He glanced at the time, 11:06. Might as well do something, watch T.V. perhaps. [I]

[Satou Miwako]

OCC: Fine, just ignore my post then

[Kudo Yuusaku]

Kudo Yuukaku came out of the gift shop with a plastic bag in hand. He closed the door leading to the exit. He opened the handbag. It had a message on the front, which was in Japanese; it read "Thank you for shopping." The happy customer opened the bag to see his items. He brought out key chains stating he visited parts of town. He peeked inside and placed the two key chains inside the bag. "Where to next?" Mr. Kudo walked, slowly along the sidewalk looking at interesting, colored paintings displayed outside. He stopped for a moment admiring the beautiful different displays. Abstract painting to smear paintings.

[Random]

"...He's got a son named Kudo Shinichi, and an ex-actress for a wife, Kudo Yukiko," murmured Dave as he walked down the street. "Maybe I can find Mrs. Kudo and then get back to him...although..." A sweatdrop formed behind his head. "Just today...just for today..."

[Kudo Yuusaku]

Kudo-san continued his walk around Tokyo. He grasped the small bag around hand as he crossed the road ahead. This was his day to relax and get away from everything unfinished. Reporters or even his deadline would be reported as undone. Not here. At least he hoped not.
A sigh escaped. He didn’t want to be reminded of things like work. As he continued he spotted a man. An American man it looked like. He'd seen his earlier. Maybe he was having some trouble getting around. "Excuse me, are you needed of assistance?" Kudo clearly started in English.

((OOC: Sorry for my absence. I will try to be more active.))