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[ He glances over at Naruhodou, meeting his gaze, and shakes his head. ]

Nothing like that, no. [ There's a pause as he considers it and then— ] What are they like?

Well, they go a little faster than the ships in water, and definitely smoother. There's more space to move around on the ship too. Although...[He shudders slightly.] while the view's nice, try not to look down too often.

[Airships have been the only exception Naruhodou has made when it came to heights, but it still a work in progress. He looks to the cakes.] Mm, I think we can put the frosting on now. Do you want to do it?

Hmm . . . well. It will certainly be a new experience.

[ He pauses, raising an eyebrow at that but stands immediately, stepping over to it. ] It's not difficult in theory, correct? I'm assuming you keep it even throughout the cake.

There's the option of taking a teleporter to the city too, but...I figured I ask about taking an airship first.

[He sets down a layer and starts spreading the chopped strawberries on top.] And that's right. I usually put a bunch of frosting on top and then spread it around the cake. [He puts the other layer of cake on top once he's finished filling the center with strawberries. He then takes a step to the side.] It's all yours.

A teleporter . . .

[ He shakes his head at the thought. The airship he could wrap his head around, but the teleporter? He still had a lot to learn about this place, apparently.

When Naruhodou says it's all his, he steps forward and follows his instructions to the letter, meticulously icing the cake from top to bottom and making sure it's actually evenly distributed. as you do. ]

[He leans against the table, watching Asougi work with such precision. It's a rather endearing trait of his at times.]

Hm, maybe you should try working at a bakery decorating cakes. [He's not being entirely serious]

Perhaps I should. I'll need to find something to help bring some money in, won't I.

[ He may not have been serious, but Asougi absolutely is. ]

[He makes a sound that was almost like he was trying not to laugh. He clears his throat.]

T-That's true. You... you could also work with us. I know you're a prosecutor now, but there really isn't any set rules that a defense attorney and a prosecutor can't work in the same office here. [There are far and few Otherworlder attorneys as is. Also it is really strange for Naruhodou to think of his best friend as prosecutor, still.]

How many cases have the two of you had here again?

[ Theoretically, he'd like to, he really would. But practically speaking, it's unheard of for a prosecutor and defense attorney to work out of the same office. And how exactly did Naruhodou and Holmes manage to pay their bills, anyway? ]

[Urk!] ...Erm, there was the one, and a few minor civil disputes. B-But, no one said you had to stick with one job!

[They're managing ok?]

[ DON'T WORRY PARTNER your best friend is now here to make that sweet cash.

He sighs as he finishes up with the cake. ]

Do the two of you hold down other jobs, then?

Ah, yea...just things we've been seeing on the task board. You'd be surprised how much you can get for some of them. [How else would they have managed a two story home with an attic and basement? He looks to the cake and then picks up the half cut strawberries to put on top.]

There, we've finished it! [He seems pleased by the result of their strawberry cake endeavors.] Let's get Holmes-san so we can enjoy it together.

The task board, hmm? [ INTRIGUING. Something he'll have to look into later, clearly, to pull his own weight.

He takes a step back, nodding firmly at that. It did look good . . . and very, very sweet, indeed. ] Mm. He does seem to enjoy sweets, after all.

[DID SOMEONE SAY SWEETS?! Having received a telepathic summons from Naruhodou only ten seconds ago, Holmes is now literally sliding into the room. Pay no mind to his outfit, he was literally just about to head out when he was distracted.]

What's this about cake, now?!

[Naruhodou look to Holmes as he makes his grand entrance, a big smile on his face.]

I'm glad you're still here. We made cake for Christmas, and to celebrate Asougi's arrival!

[ Asougi isn't smiling nearly as much as Naruhodou, but at least he's . . . mildly friendly, all things considered. He gestures at the cake. ]

He insisted, of course.

[Sherlock isn't at all bothered by Asougi's diminished enthusiasm. He's too distracted by the cake.]

Oh, of course! Of course! What a good thing to insist on! Say, are those strawberries? [His finger is going in for the frosting! STOP HIM!!!]

[And that hand of his is going to rightfully get a light smack from Naruhodou.] They are, but you need to wait your turn.

[He picks up the cutting knife and pauses. He decides to offer it to Asougi.]

You can do the honors.

[ He seems surprised for a brief moment, and then his smile warms significantly — figuratively and literally, of course, as a warm breeze passes through. Asougi takes the knife from Naruhodou. ]

It would be my pleasure.

[ He then approaches the cake and starts slicing it neatly and evenly. ]

[Sherlock sinks into a crouch, both hands on the side of the table as he gets right up on eye level with the cake (but at a safe distance). Aaaa that looks so good...]

I can taste it already...

[He'll go ahead and get the plates while Asougi works on cutting the cake.]

This cake was made with the combined efforts of the defense and the prosecution. Therefore, the only verdict to be had is that this cake will taste delicious! [He. Yea.]

[ Have you ever seen Asougi facepalm this hard before, Holmes? Get used to it, because Naruhodou has a way of making him do that quite frequently. He makes a small, exasperated noise in the back of his throat as he finishes cutting the cake. ]

I can tell you're exhausted because you're saying such ridiculous things, Naruhodou.

Haaa ha ha ha! Indeed, it is ridiculous! I believe that before any verdict can be handed down, the cake must first be thoroughly investigated by a professional detective.

[Plates? What plates? Holmes is going for a slice with his bare hand and he will use his other hand to catch the crumbs unless someone stops him.]

[Naruhodou will casually slide a plate under Holmes'cake for him then, wordlessly telling him to please eat like a civilized person.]

Well, ok. How is it then?

Don't drop it. I just cleaned around here, you know.

[ He, on the other hand, doesn't mind calling Holmes out on that. ]

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