[ With the combined effort, the legs are peeled back from his mouth. It helps that his face is freshly shaved. Under the salty smell of high tide, there's even a hint of cologne.
Susato's message had left him with two hypotheses: either her father was overworking himself and was too modest to ask for help, or she was up to some sort of shenanigans. Either way, he took the time to stop and freshen up. ]
What time is it? [ Sholmes holds the starfish legs free of his lips. Tilting his head back, he can almost see Mikotoba through the forest of suckered feet still fastened to his cheeks and nose. ] Am I late?
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Susato's message had left him with two hypotheses: either her father was overworking himself and was too modest to ask for help, or she was up to some sort of shenanigans. Either way, he took the time to stop and freshen up. ]
What time is it? [ Sholmes holds the starfish legs free of his lips. Tilting his head back, he can almost see Mikotoba through the forest of suckered feet still fastened to his cheeks and nose. ] Am I late?