Sherlock's coat had been in danger to the orange creature before, and so he was somewhat wary of it now as he caught sight of the pet shop owner out on a walk with his animal. But, although Aternaville had offered a great deal of fascinating, novel information to learn, it was Count D who had brought him here, and Count D who was, ultimately, the case. And irresistible.
Sherlock made his way across the street and nodded in greeting. "Count."
"My dear Mr. Holmes!" D brightened to see the man, chuckling at what was an obvious reluctance to get near the bright animal that had similarly taken notice of the other man and begun to growl.
"Oh, don't mind him, he's in a mood, and the muzzle is quite strong enough." He smirked. "I'm afraid living on the West Coast spoiled him something awful but if I don't get him out for a little while I won't have any furniture left. Please, how have you been? Has Aternaville provided enough mysteries to keep you occupied?" He hadn't seen him in a long time--something the shop owner was both grateful for and regretted.
Pleasure curled at Sherlock's mouth. Aternaville's mysteries were...not boring. "I've yet to exhaust the list of things to learn or uncover, and the list only continues to grow with my explorations. I'm afraid they've kept me overly occupied; I've been neglectful of the task that brought me here."
"That task being me?" D asked earnestly, though his eyes narrowed playfully and he shifted on the bench, making room. It was a little embarrassing really, that D had barely gotten out of sight of the shop for how difficult T-chan was being. Things were so much easier when he had employees to take care of such things. "Rest assured though, I take no offense to your apparent neglect. After a long day I often find the oddities of town a wonderful distraction. I hope your holidays were at least peaceful?" Not that D suspected Sherlock was the type to enjoy peace-- in a way D wasn't either, and in that way the two were wonderfully suited to one another.
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Sherlock made his way across the street and nodded in greeting. "Count."
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"Oh, don't mind him, he's in a mood, and the muzzle is quite strong enough." He smirked. "I'm afraid living on the West Coast spoiled him something awful but if I don't get him out for a little while I won't have any furniture left. Please, how have you been? Has Aternaville provided enough mysteries to keep you occupied?" He hadn't seen him in a long time--something the shop owner was both grateful for and regretted.
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