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[ryuwrighthistory]

Eh? [What is that verdict? Naruhodou looks to the cake and then back to Holmes, devastated. That can't be right.] I-It's really that bad?

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[ Asougi, on the other hand, sees through it almost immediately and shakes his head. ]

Naruhodou, please. You can't see the contradiction here? And I thought you were a defense attorney. [ He turns to Holmes, crossing his arms. ] Detective, I'm afraid we cannot release this into your custody in its entireity. Though — you are certainly welcome to one more piece.

[greatestdefective]

[Baaah, he would've gotten away with it too if it weren't for Asougi. This is gonna take some getting used to.]

I suppose it'll have to do. Just know that I warned you! [He's already going for that second slice so he can pile it up on his plate.]

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Oh- [Oh. Now he gets it. Look, he was too busy fretting that his cake may have sucked ok? He puts his hands on his hips.]

We're doing you the favor in that case. Anymore and it'll surely be a hazard to you.

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[ He sighs, patting Naruhodou on the shoulder as he keeps an eye on how much cake Holmes is taking. ]

Honestly. Be more observant sometimes, you know . . .

[greatestdefective]

Hah, no need to worry about me! I've got a stomach lined with steel, you know!

[Says the guy who, on his first day in Verens, ate so much cake that he spent several hours lying on his stomach in a literal gutter. Dot not let him have more than two slices.]

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Right. So that story of how you were reeling after eating soap wasn't true then?

[He looks to Asougi as he sheepishly rubs the back of his neck.] Well, you should have a slice too.

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[ He nods, going over to take a piece of cake, glancing over at Holmes as he does so. ]

Eating soap . . . ? Do I want to know, even?

[greatestdefective]

Well! Well!!! I was supposed to reel after eating the soap! That had been the point, remember? Because I'd drank something quite questionable! My stomach required a good cleaning.

[ryuwrighthistory]

So your stomach couldn't handle whatever you drank either, meaning it's not as tough as you say it is.

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What an absolutely shocking turn of events. I'm stunned.

[greatestdefective]

[CURSE YOU AND YOUR LOGIC]

But! But no! I willed it to reel! Ingesting questionable liquids could lead to death!

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. . . [Snerk.] S-So you thought to use soap, that shouldn't be ingested either.

[He tries to stifle his laughter, but something is clearly funny to him that he can't stop himself.]

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Detective, surely you know that two wrongs don't make a right, even with things that shouldn't be ingested.

[ . . . he can see the logic, but he's also just trolling at this point as well. ]

[greatestdefective]

[Gwweeehhh, how cruel! Some of the frosting is melting off the cake slices on his plate, that's how flustered he is. He's not going down without a fight.]

Two wrongs can definitely make a right in rare circumstances. Let's see... How can I explain this to lawyers... Oh! It's like when a trial is going very badly and it seems as if the judge is about to announce his verdict, so you present a very odd piece of evidence along with a very convoluted theory, which causes so much confusion that the judge has no choice but to adjourn until the next day.

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E-Eh? [Well that stopped his laughter and he feels personally attacked.]

Well, they usually turn out right in the end! So it's not entirely off.

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[ THE PROSECUTION OBJECTS PROFUSELY . . .

He just looks between the two of them flatly, then shakes his head, taking his piece of cake. ]

You're both ridiculous. Eat your cake and be satisfied already.

[greatestdefective]

[Sherlock crouches down again and hides beneath the table like a kicked puppy, plate held right up to his chest.]

... Yes, father.

[ryuwrighthistory]

E-Er...right. [He sits at the table, looking shameful for being scolded. But then a smile slowly forms on his face. This...this was nice, just conversing like this among good friends.]

Merry Christmas.

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[ He looks up from where he'd been slowly eating his piece, looking between a slowly smiling Naruhodou and a crouching Sherlock. And then — he can't help it, he chuckles a bit, shaking his head with a small smile forming himself. ]

Hmm. Merry Christmas.

[greatestdefective]

[A friendly atmosphere like that is enough to wipe the pout from Sherlock's face. He smiles as well, but doesn't come out from under the table. He's comfortable down here, okay.]

Happy Christmas.