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[Mikotoba's new; other than word of mouth, he's got no real context for the ongoing tug of war between the Shuten and Tamamo clans. He is, however, a diplomat, and successful talks of peace are always something that he's happy to witness. He's standing up straight in the crowd, a proud new Sutoku recruit in spite of himself...

Until everything gets a bit, er, feathery, of course.

(He really should've just gone with the haori today.)

Mikotoba puts up a good fight, but his outfit ultimately falls victim to the birds: a sakura-shaped tie clip and his hat are both brazenly swiped by the magpies. Between mingling with the other attendees and his fellow Sutokus, Yujin's discreetly hunting for his stuff-- quietly stalking a bird with something shiny in its beak, or staring with an exasperated expression up at a dapper-looking magpie with a hat that's just a few sizes too large for its feather head.]

[In spite of the circumstances, Mikotoba is still very much dedicated to guiding Sholmes through Japanese cuisine. With such a meager paycheck, however, he'd expected it to be a series of slow adventures: a dinner every now and again when the two of them could manage it around the rent. (Unfortunate, too, yet nostalgic in its own way.) But then the yatai festival-- one already in his clan's territory-- is announced. The powers that be must've seen fit to toss Mikotoba a little good luck amongst all the bad; he can think of no better crash course for his companion than that.

And the night itself? Splendid. For the occasion, he leaves the suit behind in favor of his traditional robes. It's a pleasant mid-summer evening, and the decorations, the stalls, the tastes and smells, they're familiar enough to Mikotoba that if he stretches his imagination just a little, he is home again: this time, with Sholmes miraculously in tow. A part of him wonders whether it mightn't be better to be more cautious of this place, but... it's fun. For the first time since he'd arrived, his heart feels truly light. He can indulge it, if only for the moment.

Now that they've gotten their fill of food from the carts, Mikotoba's attention's drawn to the stage in the center of the square. Most of the music played tonight has been entirely foreign to his turn-of-the-century tastes. Something about the new act that has just gone up, though, feels like it's a shorter number of steps away from what he remembers. On stage, a bakeneko woman sways slowly to the steady rhythm of her band's song.]

Sholmes, [says Mikotoba, as they near the very edge of center square,] old friend, would you care to dance? [He smiles at him, showing the faint crow's feet that frame his eyes.] I doubt we'll get anything closer to our time than this. [The sleeve of his haori slides down to his elbow as he extends his hand.]

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[It's only early evening. Most of the pumping electronic beats-- entirely alien to Mikotoba's ear, by the way-- are reserved for later in the night, when the night owls are still around and the others have gone home. At the moment, however, the tunes are much lighter and accessible, to appeal to the bulk of the festival-goers from across the times and worlds.

Mikotoba, standing on the edge of the square, is thoroughly distracted by this one. There's a bit too much noise to it (goodness, is all music of this era quite so busy?), but the beat... it's a good one, one he's tapping a foot to as he watches the performers from a distance.

So of course, he doesn't notice the girl barrelling right into his side.]

Pardon--

[This one again. They've met twice now on clan work business, but Mikotoba still hasn't managed to catch her name. Perhaps the third time's the charm.]

Ah! It's you. Any particular rush, miss? Why not stop to enjoy the festival?

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[Unlike certain acquaintances of his, Yujin Mikotoba does not make it a habit to put strange things in his mouth.

What with the unfamiliar territory, and with the death by poison of an old friend still fresh in his memory, he's not taking any chances with the food stalls he catches sprinkling... something... into their meals. But it quickly becomes apparent (goodness, that tengu gentleman certainly looks intoxicated) that the additions to the food are... recreational. Hrm.

Well. He's an academic, after all; call him curious. Seated on a folding chair in front of a wobbly table, Mikotoba's using chopsticks to carefully pluck star-shaped fragments out of a plate of yakisoba and onto a napkin, a look of focus furrowing his brow. His movements are exacting-- the expertise of a man who's been doing stuff like this for years. He barely looks up as a stranger approaches his table. There is another chair, after all.]

You are free to take the chair. I won't be needing it.

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[With the previous day's festival concluded, he is Professor Mikotoba again and at the Lost Soul clinic once more. Make hay while the sun shines, he figures: better to do what he can with a job he prefers before he's off to the work he's been contracted for.

However, he's still a little bit of a detective in his heart. The curse of the scholar, really. In his pocket is a napkin full of star-shaped fragments, harvested from a couple of dishes from the night previous. There's ... an odd feeling in his chest as he finally locates Emily, withdrawing the little package from his pocket to show to her. (Was that all the exposure needed for a reaction, then? Fascinating stuff.)]

Doctor? Have you had the opportunity to study the substance the locals call "Stardust" yet? I was able to acquire a bit of it last night.

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[Along the way, one of those birds seems to have picked up some new bling; a pair of shiny earrings that had been stolen (again) by these birds, and Cain was determined to not let them get away with it.

He was going to make a leap, but all of a sudden there was a presence in front of him and he reached out a hand to stop himself from hitting into whoever it was. His hand brushed the older gentleman, and Cain steadied himself before either of them could fall and alert their prey.]

Crap-sorry, you came out of nowhere-did they steal something from you too?

[ Haru, at Beni-enma's fervent recommendation, has a Very Safe rice ball and upon recognizing the man ever-so-diligently examining his meal, she decides to take the risk and accept the seat.

Well, the recognition is faint at best. She'd hardly had the time to speak with him, as stressed as he had been and the heckling crowd not doing a thing to improve matters. For now-- ]

Thank you very much.

[ She settles. And glances down at the yakisoba and what Mikotoba is removing from it. ]

Oh... they've been adding that to a variety of cuisine, haven't they? I was a little wary about trying it myself, so I've chosen to avoid it for the time being.

[For better or worse, Sholmes has always been an eager sort — willing to experiment, to try something new, even if these whims were often dictated by his own impulsive, inquisitive nature. Naturally, Mikotoba’s promise to guide him through exploring Japanese cuisine had been accepted with heartfelt ardor, a blithe commitment to fill in the gaps in his knowledge.

At its core, it is a practical commitment; better to learn more about the world he resides in (and its foodstuffs) from a trusted source, and who is more trustworthy than his dear old partner, his best friend? But it isn’t practicality that drives Sholmes’ enthusiasm this night. It is the experience itself, the energy of the crowd, the sights and sounds and smells, and— Well, the music, too. The detective’s smile is effusively bright, and his tone has a warmth to it, even as he tears his gaze away from the crowd to Mikotoba when the offer to dance reaches his ears.]

I suspect your own talent on the dance floor will significantly outshine my own when thrown into such direct contrast.

[But if he must be outshined, it might as well be Mikotoba doing it.]

That said, of course I will. What better way to end the night?

[Sholmes takes the man’s hand without any mote of hesitation. His mind, unable to truly cease its observational proclivities, idly notes how Mikotoba’s sleeve has slid down and wrinkled at the crook of his elbow. The luminosity of his skin, arm now exposed, under the ambient, hanging lights. The detective’s own garb has always skewed towards the more familiar Western style of clothing, and tonight is no exception to that rule — but for the first time, he wonders if he should ask his friend to help him choose something more traditional, someday. Another outing, perhaps, to be stored away for the future.

For now, he simply says, meeting his eyes—]

Lead the way, my friend.

Oh!

[He's surprised by Cain, but manages to pull back the shock enough to not make a strong movement. Undisturbed, the magpies simply ruffle their feathers and continue strolling through a large flower box. If the birds realize they've got company, the earrings and Mikotoba's tie clip will be lost.]

Yes. They do seem to have an affinity for... shiny things.

[He turns his eyes meaningfully towards the birds. The one with Cain's earrings in its beak stretches its wings, perched right beside the one hanging onto Mikotoba's tie clip.]

How are your reflexes, man?

[It seems they were united in their quest. The birds just sat there peacefully, unaware of Cain's intense stare.]

It's a bit more tricky without my magic, but I'd say I got really good reflexes.

[The sword on his belt said it all-and he wasn't even a defense lawyer.]

You think we should jump them?

Miss... [Mikotoba glances up from his work at the familiar voice and face. He'd never actually gotten her name-- unsurprising, given that he'd been trying to stay distracted, and after that, scarce.] Please forgive my rudeness: I never introduced myself before. [He nods his head at Haru in acknowledgment.] Yujin Mikotoba.

[He owes her far more than just a seat at the festival, he's already plotting on getting her some small token of thanks for her time when he can.

More importantly, the extra spice to his yakisoba... His mouth (and along with it, his mustache) twist as he glances down at his paper plate of food.]

You were wise to do so. Take a look over there. [He tilts his head to the right, where a kappa clutching a half-eaten plate of the same yakisoba is stumbling around as if drunk, bickering with strangers.] The effects vary, from what I've observed, but this one's incited aggression. Very bizarre, isn't it?

[ Yujin Mikotoba... it's obviously a Japanese name, so Haru's a little relieved to be able to not have to consciously think about swapping the naming order, instead dipping her head in acknowledgment. ]

Okumura Haru. I was equally rude for forgetting my manners back then, as well, so I would say that makes us even, Mikotoba-san.

[ And with that settled (in her mind, at least), she peers more closely first at the food, then at the kappa he's pointed out, eyebrows furrowing in both concern and confusion at the unsteady gait and how belligerent he seems to be acting. ]

... How strange. More than a seasoning, as they've been citing, this appears to be more like a drug. But varying effects? Does it have to do with the amount ingested, maybe?

( ... Ah.

She keeps running into this dude, doesn't she? Yujin, was it? Okay, so all things considered, not the worst person to run into. He's seemed kinda harmless so far, and been helpful in getting through jobs. Both are points in his favour.

But she's hating how these lyrics make her feel, and oh it would have been so much better to just go find some booze and drink until the ache in her chest is numb.

Instead, she's stuck trying to find an excuse for her hurry. Uh. AH! )

Wanted to grab a snack before they sold out.

( She is not even remotely hungry, but whatever. )

To study it? No, I haven't.

[with the day before them, she's there, already set to look over the schedule for today. but the professor's voice pulls her from her review, and she turns to look over the crystals, peering at their shape.]

I saw some of the effects - they were quite varied, though I mostly observed euphoria and elation. Do you think they're worth further study at this point?

Oh, yes. Perhaps there's some compound in them that we could extract for later use. Maybe an antidote to the stuff. But all of that remains to be seen-- at least until we learn more about the substance's actual properties.

[Thank you for your donation, Kim Kitsuragi: from the next room, the clinic radio's playing some lighthearted tune that Mikotoba's now tapping out on a foot.]

Additionally. In my efforts, I inadvertently exposed myself.

[...]

If you can spare a moment, I believe it'll be a valuable opportunity to observe me.

I don't believe we have any appointments until later. We can certainly observe you for the time being.

[does she need to go and start taking notes....carry it away, Yujin.]

...what am I looking for, precisely?

[The bright smile on Sholmes' face is one that Mikotoba has seen countless times, any new wrinkles notwithstanding. It's contagious: as it always was, as he expects it will always be. There's a fondness in Mikotoba's voice, too, and with Sholmes' hand held securely in his own, he tugs him nearer to the center the dancefloor.]

You needn't be so humble. [He gives the man's hand a squeeze as he shifts into position, his other hand coming to a gentle but steady rest on his friend's back.] A dancer is really only as good as his partner.

[And as he's been instructed to lead, the onus is on him to work out how, exactly, to dance to this new tune. Fortunate, then, that slipping back into place with Sholmes will always feel right, no matter where or when the two of them are.

Onstage, the bakeneko closes her wide, cat-like eyes and continues to croon out her wistful melody:

'It seems so good to see you back again,
How long has it been?'

Too long, thinks Mikotoba, leading Sholmes through their first tentative steps. Something about all this-- the music, the glow of those hanging lights tumbling over the familiar planes of his friend's face-- is making him feel so terribly nostalgic.]

To think that all I was looking for was a flatmate.

[Mikotoba hasn't known Ursula long. It's been more than enough time, however, to discern that the woman is.......... awkward. Not a winning trait when key Sutoku duties involve weaseling information out of people, but hey: it's easy enough to navigate around it, right? He's worked with far worse, in fact.]

Professor?

[So, wearing clothes borrowed from the Sutoku clan's closet-- traditional Japanese attire as fine as he'd ordinarily be able to afford-- he's resting a hand on the woman's shoulder just outside the back entrance of a Tamamo concert hall. The bouncer is swapping out on break, so they've got a five-minute window to get in here without a cover or any prying eyes on them.]

If you're unsure of what to say... just follow my lead. All right?

[Speaking of-- he's already looking left and right to check the coast's clear. Glancing back over his shoulder, he gestures forward before taking a step inside.]

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It's, ah.

[He steps back. Actually, he slides back, his arms spread wide.]

You may think it preposterous. But I'm compelled to dance. I feel no other side effects. No euphoria or restlessness or other [ahem] other urges, simply the overwhelming need to continue dancing. [he's tapping out a very simple rhythm on the soles of his feet, then hops, heels clicking on the floor below as he lands neatly.

Somehow he doesn't seem upset about this. In fact he's a bit bemused. He does really love to dance.]

Care to join me, Doctor?

[she's watching him with an amused expression, clearly not seeing this as anything harmful or worth stopping. there's some joke to be made here about the dancing plague, but it's hard to form it when he just seems happy. so instead she grins, an eyebrow raising.]

If I join you, aren't I forsaking my observational duties, Professor?

[that's not a no, though.]

[With a flourish of his feet-- heel, slide, step-tap-- Mikotoba extends his hand to Emily.]

My dear woman. It'll be much more fun to be an active observer, wouldn't you agree?

[Using his free hand he tips his hat to her.]

[well. she can't really argue with that logic, and chuckling, she takes the extended hand.]

You'll have to teach me a few steps so I can keep up.

[she's a quick learner, though.]

[Drawn to the dancefloor, his stride is long and as casually confident as usual, and as they near its center, he turns to face his friend. The man shifts easily into position, as does Sholmes; dancing in a formal setting is not his forte, nor has he plied the skill with any frequency outside of his deductive "dances," but it is not a talent easily forgotten, long hammered into him in his youth. And held onto through the years by some turn of miracle, never once ejected from his mind.

Perhaps for occasions precisely like these.]

Then it is fortunate, indeed, that my partner is—and always will be—quite excellent.

[Said with no shortage of fondness and bolstered with the assuredness of this being truth rather than flattery. He has years' worth of experience with Yujin—living with him, setting off together on investigations, of riotous laughter and fierce arguments, of wonderful celebration and most profound grief, all of it forming a solid foundation of unshakeable trust and friendship—that this has always been a foregone conclusion. Still, it is a line of thinking that tugs at his memory, guides it gently down a nostalgic path, much the way he is being led with a few tentative steps as the song's melody washes across the dancefloor.

Sholmes follows Mikotoba's lead in both dance and in conversation.]

Oh, I have not forgotten how desperate I was for a flatmate, all so that I would not be hurtled out the front door of 221B for not paying the rent in a timely manner.

[Some things do not change, and Sholmes perhaps does not possess quite enough self-awareness to honestly criticize his teenage years — which feel so surreally distant they may as well have belonged to someone else altogether. Still, he recalls his feelings on the matter then with clarity: it was a practicality to share a living space with a complete stranger, more than it ever was a desire. Maybe he had been more hard-headed in those days. Sure that he could take on the world by himself, and that he needed to rely upon someone else to provide fifty percent of the rent was its own kind of offense — by no fault of Mikotoba's.]

I remember thinking that you were a strange man to have accepted a living situation with someone you had just barely met, and that much younger than you. I was sure you would be up and gone in a few months' time at most, but I would simply deal with the consequences of finding a new flatmate once that came to pass. I admit, it was not much of a plan at the time.

But you already carry yourself like a dancer, it seems. Do you at all, madam?

[He pulls her away from the desk by the hand. It's silly, dancing in the middle of the clinic hallway, but it really only takes a little bit of compulsion from the stardust to do away with the last of what's holding him back from it. He could use a break. So could she.]

If not, tap is remarkably easy to pick up.

I do, but more on the side of basic ballet and ballroom than tap.

[a few idle lessons, a few social events as a child, and a desire to learn. her repertoire isn't immense, but there's something there.]

[Another magician, eh? He's beginning to think he's the only normal human being in hell. But more importantly: the birds.]

Jump them?

[Oh dear. He catches sight of the sword and frowns slightly.]

Are you planning to just grab them with your bare hands? Or to attack them? It might be a good idea to avoid the latter.

[Or both of them, actually. He can't see grabbing a magpie out of the air ending well either.]

[He probably was, though Cain didn't really care about any of that in the moment. Earrings first, then talking to nice humans. However, he's glancing over at Yujin, confused.]

Attack them? No, I mean I was just gonna try and sneak up and you know-

[Cain makes a grabbing gesture. It wasn't...an amazing plan, but they didn't cover thieving birds in military strategy.]

[It's not like they've got anything to catch the magpies in, either. Mikotoba makes a slightly bleak face, then shakes his head.]

I suppose we haven't got a choice.

[So here they are, ready to literally go grab a couple of birds off the street. One of the magpies-- the one holding Cain's earrings-- turns in his direction, cocking its head inquisitively.]

We'll have to do it at the same time, lest we scare the other man's prey away. On three?

[ Her hair was up, decorated with a star lily, and a pattern on her rather fashionable yukata to match... She honestly felt like an entirely different person, done up as she was. To think of it as a disguise was really the only way she could even conceive of it, unable to at all feel like herself. Which was, among many other things, contributing to why she looked dearly uncomfortable the whole time. ]

R-right. Sorry. I was just... taking in the scenario. Again.

[ It was so ridiculous. But Mikotoba seemed to trust her ability to pull this off... maybe looking nervous and shy was part of the plan. Either way, she remained close to him as they made their way past the door, into the club itself...

Ursula's experience with the specifically Japanese cultural brand of elegance was a bit limited, having only been able to do some touristy things in her time there, but she immediately felt like this could only be that very thing, upon stepping in and looking around.

The contrast to any of the places she'd seen in their own territory was immediate, and she looked a bit star struck, just looking about. ]

Incredible...

[It's fine. It's surely no less ridiculous than some of Herlock's shenanigans throughout their storied career. But Cain nodded-they would have to strike as one. He was good at teamwork-what could go wrong?]

Yeah. Okay so just a moment....three, two, one, go!!

[Cain himself shot out at the speed of a highly trained soldier, pouncing on the bird and grabbing it by its fat body. Almost immediately the thing started screeched and hitting him with its wings, causing him to almost lose grip and fall backwards.

He wasn't going to let the bastard get away with this, though. Even with the thing scratching up his face, Cain held on until the earrings were dropped on top of him, and he let the bird go. Hopefully Yujin fared better...]

[Shuten's Celestial Phoenix, as always, bustles with activity, light, and noise. Much as the sights and sounds of a modern-day casino are new to Mikotoba, the type of clientele this place sees-- high-rollers, criminals, thugs-- isn't. It's nostalgic, actually: all those years at Sholmes' heels, tailing and tracking London's worst, rise to the forefront of his mind as he slips through the establishment's doors.

It's in the imagined shoes of his ten-years-younger self, then, that Mikotoba makes his way through the Phoenix. The man, in a sharp modern suit borrowed from the Sutoku closet, looks just like any another gambler with deep pockets... though his wallet's thinner than it's been in years. The look, at least, is utterly effective. With enough carefully-placed laughter and small talk, it even lands him entrance to a VIP area. One with booths. Booths potentially occupied by people looking for yet another hit of Stardust.

Mikotoba should be worried about how easy this has been. He's spent less than 5000 yen simply throwing games and flattering the correct people; he's even scored a free drink from a flirty bakeneko woman, which he's nursing in a lowball glass at the VIP bar. At this very moment, though, he's just a little buzzed-- on the whisky and the thrill of actually doing something right. (Maybe he's cut out for Sutoku intelligence work after all: who'd've thought?)

Behind him, a small group of youkai settle into one of the booths. They're just a little too far from the bar for him to make out; he's got to get closer. And find an excuse to be closer, too. With a sidelong glance over his shoulder, Mikotoba polishes off his glass, nods to the bartender, and stands, plotting his next move.]

Wait, wait, a slower count, please--

[WELP, Cain is already going, so Mikotoba's hand is forced too. Although he's slower than Cain, he's just a bit more balanced on the landing-- unfortunately, all that flapping and screeching from its companion has already alerted the other pigeon to the ambush. It squawks and flutters away into a nearby tree, Mikotoba's tie clip still in tow.]

Oh, dear.

[But that can wait for another second. Poor Cain's gotten his earrings back, but at what cost... with one concerned glance over his shoulder at the bird, he turns his attentions back to the other man.]

Are you quite all right? That magpie wasn't very pleased with your handling.

[Together, guided by Mikotoba's steady hand, the two of them sway and turn through the unfamiliar, yet comfortable, tune. And as Sholmes steps through his own recollections, his partner's smile turns wry.]

Me, strange? [Mikotoba chuckles.] Speak for yourself! You were far, far stranger. With the sort of introduction I received from my classmate, I wasn't sure what to expect from my new flatmate.

[The Sholmes from that first impression-- already working in the laboratory, despite his age-- feels like a far-off memory now, almost two decades gone. Mikotoba remembers being bewildered by the young man. He also remembers, his occasional obstinance aside, Sholmes' passion: for his experiments, and for every new case that crossed his path. A man unlike any other Mikotoba had ever met, in Japan or England.]

A first-class young chemist, yes. But a greatest detective to be, well. That, I'd have never imagined.

[He hums, content. The man before him has grown older, and his stories have grown more well-known, but Sholmes himself hasn't changed a single iota otherwise. If not for the graying hair on Mikotoba's own head, he'd have begun to wonder if he hadn't stepped back in time right alongside all their reminiscences.] It was but a temporary solution for me too, Sholmes. At least initially. [Out of habit, his next words are just a bit quieter and softer.] One day, when I'd saved up enough of my stipend, I'd be leaving: moving into a flat with Genshin or Seishiro instead, perhaps.

[His gaze flickers away from Sholmes'. With everything that's happened thus far in Jigoku-cho, he's had no time to reflect on any of the final revelations from Van Zieks' trial. Back then, Genshin and Seishiro had been Mikotoba's anchors-- adjusting to a brand new world, and navigating the shadows of his own grief, had been a task his 27-year-old self had often thought insurmountable. But now?

At the end of it all, it's still Baker Street that comes to mind when Mikotoba thinks of home. Sholmes alone stands beside him, his truest friend, his great partner.

Mikotoba's expression softens with fondness. He's choosing his words carefully. God knows his face is saying more than enough without them already.]

I am... endlessly grateful, that that day never came to pass.

[Oh...well now he felt rather silly and mean, seeing the other man's bird up in the tree. The slices on his face stung, but it was nothing more than distracting, so he nodded.]

Yeah, I'm fine. That bird was a little more aggressive than I took it credit for. But-oh, I'm sorry...that one in the tree still has your clip, doesn't it?

[He's getting up off the ground and brushing himself off, now racking his 0 brain cells for a solution.]

We gotta get it out of the tree, or it can just easily fly away.

[Kazuma is not exactly VIP status himself, but as a member of the Shuten clan he's at least able to come and go in their own casinos, even if he's only a "trainee" bouncer. For the most part, he doesn't care what the patrons are up to. He finds the whole operation rather distasteful, really, but there's that saying about desperate times, and he needs to work with the Shuten if he wants to pay off his contract. So work with him he does.

If it were any other person he'd recognized as belonging to another faction, Kazuma might simply let them be, to whatever unfortunate end they'd take themselves to. He isn't loyal to the Shuten and nobody can prove he'd seen anything untoward. But this one, Kazuma owes, and he's playing a very dangerous game.

He slides into the seat next to Mikotoba before the man can get up and make his presence a little more conspicuous.]

Mikotoba-san. [Whatever their relationship had been before, this manner of address seems appropriate now. Kazuma's tone of voice certainly conveys he's not here for a friendly chat.]

What are you doing here?

[As they take a slow turn ‘round the dancefloor, swaying to the sound of the music, it truly is as though his mind is flung back into memory: a young, somewhat headstrong hospital chemist, who had not quite made his calling as a detective official, meeting an older man from a foreign country he, admittedly at the time, knew so very little about. How blasé he had been about the meeting—polite enough, of course, to leave a relatively positive impression—treating it more like a necessity than a potential friendship that would blossom strong enough to sweep them both up in its fervor.]

As am I.

[He faintly and simply agrees with his friend’s overall assessment. The tinge of melancholy at the mention of Genshin and Seishiro is not missed, but Sholmes opts not to linger on the subject — not tonight, when he would rather shoo away all shadows of regret and sadness to preserve the sanctity of this dance, this final stretch of a marvelous night.]

I would be lost without you, Mikotoba. No doubt you already know that. But how many times have I relied upon you during one of our many cases to keep me not only safe, but successful in my investigations? I should be only half as fortunate in all my outcomes without you at my side. A fact I learned quite quickly, as soon as I witnessed your boundless enthusiasm.

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