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Superstitions Smoocherstitions!

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book2thehead (Shikanoin Heizou)
To: General Public
Subject: Drunk Detectives Dunk On Dumb Delusions
Warnings: beware of alcohol, kids

[It's that once in a blue moon time where Heizou makes a public appearance on the network. And it becomes quite clear why once the feed comes on: his face is quite pink and he has a big cheeky grin on his face and a bottle of wine in the hand that isn't holding the camera. So... Yeah, he appears to be drunk.

He also appears to be outside somewhere, despite how late it is. And he is also not alone! Beside him there appears to be one (1) Sherlock Holmes, currently laying down on his seat with his feet up in the air and his head dangling over the edge. He is also attempting to play his violin from this position, for.... some reason. Science? Science.

Either way, the video feed turns on to the sound of Heizou giggling and Sherlock's violin playing. And Heizou trying to figure out what position he needs to be sitting in to send out his Very Important Message. He finds it eventually, with the shellphone angled so that both he and Sherlock are in frame - or at least Sherlock's feet are - and he addresses his invisible audience with an even bigger grin.]

Ah-- Here! Helloooo one and all~! Your friendly local detective agency has decided to take on the mysteeeerious case of.... Sailor superstitions~! That is right my dear rift-jumping fellows, we've even decided to do this one pro bono! That means freeeee~

[There's a moment of fumbling the camera, and once it settles Heizou is holding the camera out at arm's length to reveal where he and Sherlock are: what appears to be a fake boat, crudely built and sitting on land (so to speak) like a playground for children. Did they find this? Did they drunkenly grab chairs and tables and bits of wood to build it themselves? Who knows. But it sure is... vaguely boat-shaped.]

Now as you can see here, the great Mr. Sherlock Holmes and yours truly are currently on board a boat! And as you can also see- [He tilts his head down slightly so that the camera gets a better angle on all his burgundy-colored hair.] -my hair is quite red! But have we run into any bad luck on our voyage? Nooope~! Aaaand POOF! Myth busted!

[At this point Sherlock chimes in drunkenly from off-screen:]

Heizou, did we test all the ways to swirl the alcohol? Did we forget one? [Since obviously up and down is an option-] The taste didn't change at all!

[Someone should... probably stop them. Or maybe join them! Decisions, decisions...]

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[They should have given him wine! That would have been better, clearly.

Speaking of, Heizou takes another big sip of his before putting the cup down, and then moving to lay on the floor nearby so that his head is closer to Sherlock's. Only once he's settled does he reach up to poke at Sherlock's head, much the same way Teason has been.]

You haven't brought me any bad luck, Sherry! In fact, I'd say you've only ever brought me good luck since our paths crossed~

[He may be drunk, but he really does mean what he says. Sherlock is his best friend and confidante, second only to Lyney, and he wouldn't consider him an omen of bad luck even on their worst days.]

[ The wine was for testing the related superstition! Not for Teason. Unless there was a tea time companion related superstition...

At Heizou's poke to his head, Sherlock jolts a little but settles back into this warm, close proximity. It's so strange to hear his nickname being used once again and spoken aloud. Strange and yet strangely not unwelcome. Different is the best word to describe it. ]

That is one of the nicest sentiments anyone has ever said to me. I can think of few instances when similar words reached my ears.

[ Excuse the reddening of Sherlock's cheeks and the watery look in his eyes. The strength of his emotions are all too easy to bring forth. ]

[Heizou grins, this time poking at one of Sherlock's reddened cheeks.]

Well, it's the truth! Tell me, Sherry. When have you and I ever encountered a strange spot of bad luck together? Hm? I bet you can't think of any~!

[Sure the odd investigation here and there could go a bit sideways, but never unreasonably so. And that's just an occupational hazard! Nothing either of them can't get past quickly enough, especially when working together.]

Besides, the old black cat superstition is ridiculous in the first place. In all my time I've never met with bad luck just upon meeting one!

[ Sherlock wants to open his mouth and list every mishap and problem that has ever happened while Sherlock has been in Heizou's presence. He wants to find some evidence to contradict those words because it's hard for Sherlock to believe someone's life has been improved by crossing paths with him beyond solving a case.

Yet... would it be so bad to just believe Heizou? Like he had when John spoke so strongly of him after Mycroft nearly shattered him? Hasn't he found someone who has already accepted his flaws and gained his full trust because they are so similar? Heizou likely can see the internal struggle and the moment Sherlock decides not to fight it.

He reaches down and pokes Heizou's cheek back. Please don't leave. ]

I suppose I haven't either. Black cat or red deer, neither are out to maliciously spread bad luck. The bad luck is only reserved for those guilty of a crime and needing to be brought to justice.

[ And maybe housekeepers hoping for an orderly residence. ]

[He can indeed see the turmoil roiling behind Sherlock's eyes. And also the moment Sherlock relaxes. So even before that finger and poke his own cheek back, Heizou grins cheerily. It pleases him to know that Sherlock feels just as comfortable and at ease in his presence as Heizou does. After all, this is the last place he would've ever expected to find a kindred spirit. Someone to call a best friend.]

Yes, exactly~ And really they should expect it when they decide to turn to a life of sin. We are harbingers of justice, my dear Sherlock! And we won't be stopped!

[ Sherlock sits upright, wobbling from a head rush, and shifts his posture until he joins Heizou on the deck floor. Side-by-side they lay. He presses his arm against Heizou's and closes his eyes. The physical contact grounds him in reality, a comforting solid presence not concocted by his mind. Heizou is real. Sherlock may be sad about losing one friend, but he's not alone in his grief, in this or his past. He's not alone. Heizou knows and understands. ]

I will hold you to that because, for it to be a "we," you are not allowed to leave. If you do, you must come back or take me with you. We fight the injustices of the world better together.

[ Heizou is stuck with Sherlock now. ]

[Heizou's cheeks go just the slightest bit pinker, some combination of the alcohol and how pleased he is about this declaration Sherlock is making about their friendship. It's nice to know that there really are people who enjoy his companionship, who want him to stay where others are so eager to see him leave. And when it comes from Lyney or Sherlock, it doesn't feel like simple platitudes. They've more than proven their earnest wishes to be at his side.

It's still a bit odd. But at least no longer in a way that makes him want to run or close himself off.]

Oh Sherry, if I could bring you to Teyvat, I would. Both you and your Watson. But for now, I think I prefer to stay here... With my friends~

[ With that said, Sherlock feels at ease enough to angle his head and lean against Heizou's shoulder. If Heizou continues to use his nickname, then Sherlock will share the casual familiar touches he shared with Jon and started to share with John.

And being drunk means his filter is gone enough that his touch starved nature wins out. ]

There are many things I dislike about this world, and yet, I am also loathe to think of leaving it. There is really only one reason I would, and I rather hope John finds his way here instead. He would like you and everyone else who I can call a friend.

[ All but one of his friends are from another world. It's not fair. ]

[Heizou doesn't mind. He's always been a pretty physical person, and a touch more so with those he's comfortable with. Naturally Sherlock fits into that category, so as he shifts over Heizou just chuckles and returns the gesture, letting their heads rest close together. His eyes even slide shut and he lets out a content sigh, feeling nice and relaxed.]

...Isn't friendship strange? It comes in all different shapes and sizes and finds you in the most unexpected and often unlikely places. If there's anything that this place seems to excel at, it's at helping people from different worlds become unexpectedly connected!

[He pauses a moment, just humming thoughtfully to himself. And then-]

If your John came to join us here, then I would look forward to becoming friends with him~

[ Sherlock didn't think people actually laid on their backs together side by side, watching the stars go by or letting their eyes closed and taking in the moment. However, they are doing just that without prompting. There must be some truth to it after all. ]

Friendship is strange simply on the account that someone like me is able to have it. Never did I think I would have someone who didn't hate me, want nothing to do with me, or want something from me. Here I am altering my mind place with how I organize people to include friends. John wasn't a chaotic miracle never to happen again. He... might have been a start.

[ A start for a great many things. ]

If I wasn't too much for John to befriend, you should have no fears about the same. Although, I know that if he joins us, I will have to work for his attention. He'll be popular.

[ Some pretty lady will appear before Sherlock has the chance to gather his courage to speak his feelings, and then it will be too late. ]

[He chuckles softly at Sherlock's words. It's a sentiment they both share, that Heizou has always been hesitant to even try to explain to people. Most people that might even want to ask would probably be confused, or say that they're wrong to assume that the majority want nothing to do with people like Heizou and Sherlock. Too blunt, too secretive, too cryptic, too analytical, too much, too little. Too annoying to deal with for longer than the time it takes to solve a mystery.

At least they can commiserate on this together. They can see each other's flaws and point them out without fear of offending one another. It's nice. Heizou treasures it deeply.]

I would be honored to be accepted by your dear doctor, Sherry. Having more people to trust... could be nice.

[So far he can really only count the number of people he really feels that way about on one hand. Even fewer before his arrival to this world.]

And I'd be happy to help you with that, however I can~ I'll get Lyney to help, too! He's wonderful at directing people's attentions to where he wants them to be.

[ Sherlock cannot deny that the trust Heizou and others place in him and vice versa has allowed him to survive in this world. He'd likely have lost his sanity had he been alone all this time.

He and Heizou are their own worst enemy, but the sentiment differs when they see the same flaw, the same issue in each other. It becomes both a confirmation of a pattern and a rejection of it simply because they believe the other more capable than they think of themself. A paradoxical duality.

Another set of soft chuckles joins Heizou's, but Sherlock's originate from another sentiment. ]

Man alive, do I need to fear a repeat of when I first questioned my feelings towards him? You, Lyney, and Kaveh all managed to corner me when I started to research book. I can picture all of you cornering John in relation to me before I have had a chance to talk to him.

[There's no helping the smirk that spreads across Heizou's face, recalling that moment with both amusement and fondness.]

That would depend on the good doctor himself, really! If he turns out to be as oblivious about this sort of thing as you were, then a little intervention will be required~

[He can already picture the scene, the three men dragging Watson off for a drink and a chat, complete with a flustered Sherlock somewhere in the background. In this moment it's particularly hilarious to him, making him laugh a little more.]

But, as I recall, catching you in the bookshop led to a fine partnership~

That is difficult to say. Though he has more experience in the field than I.

[ Sherlock never gets John's limits, and with something so close to the heart and differing from what's accepted back home, it is harder to tell. ]

However, I would say our drug ring case started the partnership. The bookshop... might have been the start to the friendship.

[ There is a small distinction there that probably doesn't matter to most people, but for them, that small distinction could mean so much more. They could partner with someone towards the same goal, a more professional relationship that allows for distance on either side. On the other hand, friendship allows another in closer and doesn't require a common goal. Partnership and friendship can be combined in the same person, but all the same, for two people who didn't know they could have friends, that is the term that weighs heaviest. ]

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