catch-all; talking like a damn fool

[retroductions]

Who ⬤ Herlock Sholmes and various!
What ⬤ A catch-all for various and sundry things.
When ⬤ Throughout August and maybe some of September.
Where ⬤ All around; locations noted in threads.
Content Warnings ⬤ None! Will be added if needed

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[retroductions]

[Where Mikotoba tries to ply his tone in hushed whispers, Sholmes exhales loudly, palms flat on the counter and leaning back as he cranes his head to glance exasperatedly up at the ceiling.]

Blast... To think that this outing might have been little more than a waste of time, barring the enjoyment garnered from present company.

[The compliment latched onto the end feels throwaway, given Sholmes middling frustrations. This should come as no surprise, as Mikotoba is well aware of the moods and frustrations he can so easily slip into, when a "case" comes up dry, leads to nothing, or they find themselves at an impasse.

He straightens, and having caught his friend's expression, obviously this very bright and colorful drink does not pair well with his palate.]

Tastes have changed over the years. [A useless conjecture, given that they are in a futuristic version of hell that might not be indicative of their future at all. But Sholmes continues.] The sweet tooth reigns among men, it would seem.

[Sholmes takes the glass by the stem and knocks back a swig. He does not mind it; but his sweet tooth is something of an outlier compared to most.]

Come now, it's not that bad. Try it again. [Offers it back!]