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[On this fine morning at the Bakerstreet home, there was quite a bit of a commotion coming from inside the house. During this past week, the place had only been occupied by one detective and one cat, up until today.]

Mmf! W-Wagahai! Stop, stop! That A...ACHOOO! [That was not the sneezing sounds of a famous detective, but of his housemate lawyer friend, who had a cat smothering him with affection. Naruhodou had returned to Empatheias and dropped where his amulet had been left, in Wagahai's bedding. She must have taken it as some toy trinket.]

[Sherlock hasn't had a proper wink of sleep for days now. He'd doze off for a few hours, only to be wide awake again shortly after. The house is even more of a mess than usual, a wonderful reflection of Sherlock himself. He wanders through the hall like a bit of a zombie, running a hand through messy, clumped hair as he goes.]

Mr. Naruhodou... Can you keep it down...?

[... Give him a moment, things are refusing to click inside his brain.]

Holmes-san? [Naruhodou manages to wrangle Wagahai off of him and sets her down so he could sit up properly and look around for his housemate.]

Sorry I-....huh? [At first he thought this was their home in Bakerstreet, but as he looked around a little more, something felt a little off.] ...Um, Holmes-san, did you move things around? [It hasn't clicked for him that he's back in Verens either.]

Hnnnnn...

[Did he move things around? He can't quite remember. The past few days are a blur of depressing fog, lying around in bed and distinct absence of Mr. Naruhodou. ...Wait.

Sherlock freezes, as does the air around him, only for a split second. Then it begins to turn uncomfortably warm instead.]

Hnnn? Mr. Naruhodou? You-!

[He blinks several times, looking dumbfounded at Holmes.] I...?

[He presses a hand against his head, as if he was in pain. His mind certainly felt very hazy and heavy, like something was knocking in the back of his head to be let out, something he had forgotten. There's a strange look on Naruhodou's face as he looks at Holmes as if he just realized something.]

Holmes-san, where is this place?

[He drops himself to knees beside the kitty bed, only narrowly avoiding a few sharp objects on the floor. (this place is an absolute mess.) The excitement is basically radiating off him and he leans forward, holding out both hands.]

Verens, Mr. Naruhodou! It's Verens! Within which lies our house, within which lies our cat's comfy little nest!

[It takes him a moment, and then you could his brain start to put the pieces together as his eyes widen. He abruptly grabs his hands, the words still trying to form.]

We're--Verens! This is Empatheias! [The area suddenly brightens up with life.] So we're really back here again...? [He scrunches his nose, realizing something else now that the confusion has passed.] It smells terrible in here.

[Oop, his hands were grabbed. Well, that's okay. Sherlock will keep absentmindedly motioning with them anyway.]

And you are here to smell it, Mr. Naruhodou! Your presence allows you to bear witness to the scent. Take it all in, go on!

[He'll let go of his hands shortly. A look of grimace shows on his face at Holmes' offer.] Uh, I don't think I need to try that hard. [Ugh, there seems to be a smell coming from Holmes too with him being in closer proximity. At first he thought maybe Holmes had gone home with him, but the way he spoke, the stink he shares with the home, and the mess says otherwise.]

Holmes-san, how long has it been like this?

[There is definitely a smell coming from Sherlock, yes. He hasn't showered yet this morning, nor even in the past few days. Nor has he brushed his teeth, nor... anything. What a great 'welcome home' present, right?]

How long, how long... Like this, exactly? Only a few hours, I should say. Like this in a steadily lessening degree, it would be... Almost a week.

A...A week!? [He glances around at the mess. It's only been a day or two at most he was back home, and here Holmes has let the place fall into this state for a week. He glances back to Holmes. He's been here, by himself for a week.]

...Is there...is there anything you would like for me to make tonight for dinner? [He blurts out the question quite sudden.] After we've cleaned the place up, that is.

[If there's anything Naruhodou should've learned during that brief stint back home, it's to not leave Holmes to his own devices. It's a small miracle the place hasn't burned down or exploded this past week.

The question catches him offguard and for a moment, he looks surprised. Then he eases right back into a warm smile.]

Oh, no! No, I'm craving nothing in particular! In fact... I believe we should go out for dinner, to celebrate your return!

Ah, go out? [A moment's pause before a smile forms on his face.] We can certainly do that. But if we're doing that, you need freshen up too.

[You're not leaving with that stink.]

[Stink and scruff. There's just a wee little bit of facial scruff from not shaving. Sherlock's one of those guys who couldn't grow a beard even if he wanted to, though, so it's barely noticeable.]

Of course, of course! But there is time for that later! You must tell me, where were you? When were you?

When...? Oh, yes! [He straightens his posture, excited to tell Holmes his story.] I was sent back to the night before the trial of Gina-san, just as if I had never gone anywhere. And just like you told me, I managed to prove Gina-san innocent--ah, thanks to you and Susato-san. And... [A small sad smile forms on his face.] we all said our farewells to Susato-san. That was the last thing that happened.

[Except for one thing he just remembers now and frowns up at Sherlock.] I'm not paying for anything you and Iris-chan said I needed to pay for on the way to the docks.

[It isn't until Naruhodou begins to summarize these things that Sherlock realizes he's been here in Verens for a year already. All these things happened a year ago and now they're just a haze in Sherlock's mind.]

Errr... If you say so, Mr. Naruhodou! [He has no clue what the guy would need to pay for. None. Ah well.] Though, I believe... That means our time has been synchronized again! We have now both experienced the same things!

[He nods.] That seems to be the case now, isn't it...? It's so strange how it works though. I mean, I only just saw you back home and yet you've been here, for a week by yourself no less! [...] You don't have a brother do you? [He's joking here.]

[The joke flies way over Sherlock's head, because to him, the answer is quite obvious (and had better not be jossed by DGS2).]

I do have a brother. However, he's utterly irrelevant to the situation, as Mycroft would never be able to pass himself off as the World's Greatest Detective. There is only one Sherlock Holmes and it is the man crouching before you! [He strikes a flamboyant pose and a few sparkles shimmer in the air surrounding him.]

Eh? You actually have a brother? [Color him surprised because Sherlock never mentioned siblings....in fact he never really talked about his family, has he?]

Well I certainly don't remember meeting anyone by that name, as I'm sure it was you that I saw back home. But...I'm glad to see you've been okay here, for the most part. [Saying as he looks around at the mess.] Besides the mess, have I missed anything big happening in this world?

Edited 2017-04-21 00:09 (UTC)

[Sherlock is not one to think too hard about the family he had while he was growing up. He has a new family, now. ...Though, over half of that family isn't here in Verens. There's only Naruhodou he can depend on.]

In this world? Hmm... Let's see, there was a lot of fog and static electricity over the past few days. I misplaced Angus Jr. for a while, only to find him in one of the kitchen cupboards... Ah, and there appears to be some sort of festival going on right now. [He wasn't really paying attention to it.]

Is that so...? [He can guess where the fog and static came from. The mystery of the missing Angus Jr is probably--wait.] Who is Angus Jr.?

[Has Sherlock never introduced Naruhodou to Angus Jr.? Must've slipped his mind. Ah well, no time like the present.]

My skull, Mr. Naruhodou, my skull! [A pause, then he taps a finger against his forehead.] ...Not the skull in here. The skull on my bookshelf.

[It's a good thing Sherlock properly verified what he meant, because he was looking very concerned that his friend had gone the deep end, more so than usual and named his own skull. Still...] That skull had a name? [Nevermind the fact that when it was alive with a body of flesh, it probably did have a name.]

...Well, I'm glad you found him. [Wagahai mews beside him, and he realizes he's been sitting in her bedding for quite some time. He'll move to stand back up, feeling a little lightheaded.] All right, if we're going to go out later, we should get started cleaning this place up.

[If Sherlock had named his own skull, it wouldn't be named Angus. He'd name it Vault, as it's housing one of the world's greatest treasures; his brain.

He stands up when Naruhodou does, though not before bringing his hand down to pet Wagahai's head. Good kitty, finding their lost housemate before Sherlock did. The room continues to be a bit brighter than usual.]

Right! Yes! Time to sort out the laundry from the candy wrappers!

[He looks around the room, the frown getting bigger on his face.] Maybe we should look into getting a maid or a butler. [If this is how bad it can get when he's not here, and he's not any better at staying tidy. He'll start collecting the papers and clothes scattered about for the time being,. careful not to disturb any of Holmes' questionable instruments.]

...Holmes-san, since I'm here again, I'm thinking about maybe I should consider starting up a legal agency here. Do you think that would be a good idea?

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