littledetective:

“Mops, pretty girl, no dressing up…” Conan
   muttered to himself, fingers still working
   at his hair along the back of his head.
   Situating his bangs wasn’t nearly as hard
   as getting the back to stay flat and for his
   cowlick to remain in place.

Damn hair!

“So you’re telling me it’s not safe to leave
   the house? Great,” he scoffed and let his
   hands fall, “how can standing having your
   hair like this? It’s everywhere.”

“It’s not that bad… If you had gel, it’d be easy to style into place. Besides…” He grinned. “No one would even be able to tell when you have bedhead.”

He paused, feeling like he was forgetting something… Oh, right!

“If you’re staying at the house… mind the doves. I’m not entirely sure how my other self has them, with his situation, and it’s kinda different between everyone anyway, but if they’re there, you have to take care of them.“