[Sholmes gives an introduction with ease, as he often does. He pushes the brim of his deerstalker up with the tip of a finger, which perhaps loses a bit of its flair, given how drenched it is and how it musses strands of already-messy, wet blond hair poking out at the edges.]
Herlock Sholmes. At your service, Mr Kamui.
[If "Kamui" is fine, then he will be called Mr Kamui, because how can a Victorian man drop a title upon first meeting? It is simply habit to latch one on.
Well, then. Distraction abounds in this place; Sholmes finds himself caught between the very distinct difference between his new acquaintance's eye colors, the stark interior of the candy shop, and the obvious thread of something shaped like tension strung invisibly through this moment. All observation with no current data to string them together, and so he casts his net a little wider.]
I do very much like chocolates, especially caramel chocolates. However, I am open to experimentation, as one should always be — that does include any recommendations our very helpful shopkeep… [He gestures over at said youkai.] …may wish to produce, as well.
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Herlock Sholmes. At your service, Mr Kamui.
[If "Kamui" is fine, then he will be called Mr Kamui, because how can a Victorian man drop a title upon first meeting? It is simply habit to latch one on.
Well, then. Distraction abounds in this place; Sholmes finds himself caught between the very distinct difference between his new acquaintance's eye colors, the stark interior of the candy shop, and the obvious thread of something shaped like tension strung invisibly through this moment. All observation with no current data to string them together, and so he casts his net a little wider.]
I do very much like chocolates, especially caramel chocolates. However, I am open to experimentation, as one should always be — that does include any recommendations our very helpful shopkeep… [He gestures over at said youkai.] …may wish to produce, as well.