Room 604/605 - Arms Hotel, Saturday Morning

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With nearly half of the pink roses Shiba had sent him destroyed in various experiments, Sherlock was taking a moment to rest and collect his thoughts.

One could only set fire to a rose so much before it grew boring. And no one wanted a bored Sherlock Holmes. Least of all the owners of the hotel. Luckily someone had found a new spot to hide their

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After a bit of walking around the town, Kasei was bored. And a bit hungry.

This meant finding Uncle John because he knew how to make things. Plus, he would spoil her rotten. The twins never did that because they were just dumb servants.

So, after finding the door open and Sherlock inside, sleeping... she wandered past as quiet as could be to find Uncle John.

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"Unless the cleaning staff has been severely downgraded, I don't believe you're supposed to be in here," Sherlock said dryly, not opening his eyes.

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Hey! She was being silent here!

Kasei sulked frowned, arms crossed over her chest. "I'm hungry," she replied, mimicking her father's tone.

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Sherlock cracked an eye open at the odd mix in her accent. Japanese and English. That certainly boded well.

"Find your parents then. I'm sure they're willing to feed their spawn in a place that is not my rooms."

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...oh, it was on now.

"UNCLE JOOOOOOOOOHN."

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"Could you please keep the noise down, Sherlock?"

Look, you had to excuse John: it was kind of a rote answer, when entering these rooms.

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Kasei gave Sherlock a cross look, taking a few deep breaths as she was on her way to some nice fake tears.

"UNCLE JOOOOOOHN. SHERLOCK IS BEING MEAN," she shouted, voice shaking as she cried.

See what you get with a kid, Sherlock. Do you see?

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"...what do you think you're doing?" Sherlock asked, swinging his legs off the couch to squint at her.

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... Uncle John?

John had bustled towards the girl to shield her by the help of his hand and knee mostly out of instinct. "...Sherlock, why is there a child in the flat?"

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"Nothing at all, she's faking it," Sherlock replied primly.

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"U-u-uncle Jo-o-ohn," Kasei cried, clinging to his leg. "Sherlock's meeeeeean."

Yes, yes. It was all going according to plan.

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"I am not!"

Not helping, Sherlock.

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'Uncle John' still had no bloody clue what was going on here. "Sherlock, what did you do?"

... However, that was a logical assumption.

"And are you hungry?" She was a child, she was crying. Hungry was a good possibility.

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Kasei sniffled, rubbing her eyes with one balled up fist. "I want breakfast," she wibbled. "And fruit. I like fruit."

DO HER BIDDING, JOHN.

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"Oh, please," Sherlock replied, rolling his eyes. "Don't tell me you buy that."

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"I think you," John said, as he began to barge towards the fridge to get... some breakfast and an apple... "... had better start telling me whose child that is and why she's in the flat! Crying!"