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Who: Yujin Mikotoba, OTA
Which: Open log
Where: The greenhouse, the clinic, the Wild Harvest
When: Throughout the first three weeks of June
What: A catch-all!
Warnings: Spoilers for The Great Ace Attorney very probable.

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[Despite this being a dream world with very little currency or obligations, Yujin Mikotoba is a busy man! He's not one to sit still, and so, he doesn't. Throughout the month, at least up until the moon incident, he can be found in several locations.

The Communal Clinic is a favorite, as he feels it's his responsibility as one of the few doctors around Reverein to be present in case of an emergency. Still, as there aren't many patients, he can often be found cleaning, reading or writing. The clinic has several patient rooms, a cafeteria and Yujin even has his own office. The research department on the second floor is quiet at the moment, as there aren't too many ongoing projects.

The Greenhouse outside the Mikotoba household is another spot he can frequently be encountered. When he's not tending to the flowers, sleeves rolled up to the elbow to ensure they won't get dirty, he'll be dozing in a lounge chair near one of the glass walls. It's very warm and humid in there; he just can't resist the lure of afternoon naps.

In the evenings, he often visits the Wild Harvest for a meal and a drink. With his kids basically running the place, he's always sure to be served a dish to his liking. Though he tends to stick to a corner table by himself, anyone's free to join him.]

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[ To Mr Sholmes: ]
Father needs help with the Dawn flowers tonight. Can you meet him around 7 in the greenhouse?
Do not forget.
Do not be late.

[ To her father: ]
Mr Sholmes has another idea he'd like to test with regards to the Dawn flowers tonight. Are you able to leave the clinic a little early to meet him in the greenhouse? I think he will be home around 7.

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[ Susato still takes no joy in deception—if her unimpressive deception even works on the legendary pair—but the messages are sent to their respective recipients regardless. If the men do show up at the Mikotoba greenhouse at 7 that evening, they will find it looking different than when they left it that morning.

The atmosphere is quiet and romantic, notably void of the usual hissing of snakes. It is as dimly lit as before, but a clearing has been created for a table specifically chosen for two. The table is covered by a very telling pink cloth, lit by the glow of the bouquet arrangement in its center, made of Dawns and Lunar Tears. Vines snake around the table like Christmas lights, but closer inspection will reveal that they are not bulbs, but the moon fruits Susato has stolen from the Harvest.

Two meals are on the table, protected by metal covers, and beside them are neatly-arranged silverware, chopsticks, and napkins. Beside the table is a small wooden cart with two bottles of the Harvest's finest wine. Pouring it will look like pouring a glass of the night sky itself; it glitters with stars, and tastes just as heavenly. (Not that Susato would know!)

And speaking of taste, removing the metal covers will reveal two matching pheasants, which should look and smell very familiar. There is a note, but otherwise the legendary pair are left to their own devices. ]

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I hope I have done Iris's recipe justice once more.
For my father, I hope you are reminded of the wonderful time we enjoyed at Christmas.
Take the night to yourselves for once. No one else will be home.
If you need me, I will be at Kazuma's for the evening.

- Susato
(With this, Mr Sholmes, I ask that you please return my novels once you've finished with them. You know the ones.)

Edited (it is now 6:48AM) 2022-06-18 10:49 (UTC)

[When Yujin received that message from Susato of all people, he already found it a bit suspect. Why would Sholmes not have asked him that himself? This strikes him as the sort of message that was sent to him without Sholmes's knowledge or consent. However, the explanation he comes up with is a bit different from reality. He expects that whatever Sholmes plans to do with the flowers holds potential danger, and so, it would be best if Yujin's there to keep an eye on things. Perhaps even act as medical professional, should it be necessary.

So he sends a quick confirmation to Susato that he'll be there and, true to his word, he comes striding up the path alongside the house roughly ten minutes after seven o'clock. If Sholmes is home 'around 7', this usually means he's later than that and so, Yujin saw no need to hurry. When his gaze falls on the greenhouse, his walk slows a bit. What is that strange light coming from inside? He can't quite see through the murky glass.]

[ Shortly after Yujin's arrival, there's a rustling from the shrubs a few yards away. Sholmes stumbles out from the early evening shadows to slap both hands on the glass wall of the greenhouse. ]

Miohoba?! Ah ou in eh? [ The syllables are awkwardly formed, as if he's talking out of the corner of his mouth. He begins blindly feeling his way along the panes, apparently searching for the door.

Closer inspection will reveal something covering most of his face. ]

[Good lord. That certainly is a distraction from whatever's going on inside the greenhouse. For a moment, Yujin's mildly horrified. Then he springs into action, running over to his friend for a closer look and a helping hand.]

Sholmes! I'm here! I- What have you...? [A few seconds of hesitation, then he reaches out to take hold of Sholmes's upper arm.] Here, turn round. Let me see.

Aaa! [ He sucks in a startled breath at the sudden sound, then releases a whistling sigh of relief around the legs gripping his mouth half-shut. ] Some elf wih iss 'ease?

[ Sholmes begins peeling up the end of one of the legs by his mouth, its tiny tube feet stretching long in protest. The creature is far stickier than a normal starfish has any right to be. A few smaller starfish cling to the yoke of his overcoat and the bill of his deerstalker. ] Ngh. Shoul'n aff ooked uhb.

[So many years of being Sholmes's most trusted partner have left Yujin with very little surprise at this turn of events. These are just things that happen when one is near the Great Detective, and things that happen to the Great Detective.]

Oh- easy. Don't tug too hard, now. Gentle motions...

[Still holding onto Sholmes's arm with one hand, the other hand travels up towards the starfish. If Yujin can wedge a fingernail beneath the little suction cups to reduce the vacuum pull, that'll already be a great help.]

[ 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?

[Yujin takes note of the cologne, as it prickles the back of his nose when he leans in a bit too close. That's curious. The following question is even more curious. If Sholmes knew there was something to be late to, had he known that Susato had invited Yujin to be there as well?

...Something's off.]

It's just a bit past seven, dear fellow. I was only just headed for the greenhouse myself, so I'd dare say your timing is impeccable. [He carefully tries to pry the starfish further off Sholmes's face.] ... Almost there...

[ If Sholmes knew the deductive cogs were turning in Mikotoba's head, he would be proud. However, his thoughts are very much occupied by making sure the starfish doesn't peel away his eyebrows completely—he slowly lifts the creature as Mikotoba works at loosening the underside. He hisses as the last legs claim a few hairs and leave his face red, irritated, but nicely exfoliated. ]

Fie on thee, wretch! [ The starfish is flung aside without ceremony, like a heavy, wet frisbee. He turns back to Mikotoba with a smile, wipes his hand on his coat before reaching to cup his chin. ]

And for my dear savior, I bestow a kiss. [ He plants a grateful (salty) peck on his cheek, and when he pulls away, Sholmes can't help but note the cozy light glowing inside the greenhouse. ]

Hum. Most unusual. Shall we investigate?

[Yujin's gaze follows the starfish as it soars through the air and lands with a dull, squishy thud. He knows these things likely don't have true cognition, but even so, he feels bad for it. Were it possible, he'd have released it in the ocean instead.

But then his chin is taken and a kiss is planted on his cheek. His cheeks burn lightly, and the resulting emotion causes a few fireflies to come into being just behind him. They linger only for a few seconds before flitting off to enjoy the brisk evening air. Ahem. Yes, Yujin is absolutely in control of his composure.]

The state of the greenhouse isn't your doing, then? [He's not really asking for the sake of confirmation, rather, he's asking in hopes of getting a bit more clarity beyond that.]

[ If it had occurred to Sholmes that Yujin's near-boundless compassion extends not only to strange detectives, but to ocean invertebrates, he might have treated the thing more gingerly. Perhaps they can find a bucket of saltwater later?

But in the meantime, there's a tantalizing mystery near at hand. ]

No, I had no hand in this, if you can believe it!

[ Throwing open the door of the greenhouse and venturing inside, he's greeted by the carefully-constructed tableau and its delicious scents. As he runs a hand along the familiar moon fruit vines and startles a pair of roosting hummingbirds, he can't help but be reminded of their adventure to the ents' cave oasis months ago. ]

'Pon my word, Mikotoba! I had a suspicion that Miss Susato was up to some terribly thoughtful mischief, but once again, she has far exceeded my expectations.

[ Sholmes is glad he took the time to clean himself up, even if the starfish detract from the effort. ] If there's any lingering question as to whether she approves of our courtship, this certainly removes all doubt.

[As soon as the greenhouse door is opened, Yujin rather finds himself lost in memories of that cave expedition as well. The soothing lights, the flower decorations, the humidity and accompanying smells, the comforting feeling in the air... It's almost breathtaking.

Susato's set all of this up for them?]

Oh... This must have taken so much effort... She needn't have gone this far.

[He steps inside as well, approaching the table with a gaze that's both awed and apprehensive at the same time. He's thankful he hadn't had dinner yet, since whatever's hidden under those metal covers is bound to be a full, delicious meal. The note draws his attention first, though, and he takes it in hand to read it. It might be clear from his facial expression that he's becoming overwhelmed with emotions. Gratitude, for the most part, but also pride and fondness. Just a bit of guilt.

And then it really sinks in. 'No one else will be home'. ............ Precious, pure daughter, what are you insinuating?]

There's no getting around it: you've raised a romantic mastermind.

[ Sholmes steps behind Mikotoba to skim Susato's neat handwriting, one arm slung around his shoulders. A brow arches at the assurance of privacy, and the mention of the novels gets a soft scoff, but "Iris' recipe" is what excites him most; it confirms his suspicions as to what those plates hold.

How long has it been since he's had pheasant? Months. The smell alone transports him to the London flat: of stepping in from a wet, chill evening to the warmth of a stoked oven and Iris humming happily in the kitchen. The flowers respond to his fond memory, glowing brighter and leaning towards the source, as if he were the sun.

Sholmes brings his other hand up, and slips his fingers under the collar of Mikotoba's jacket. ]

May I take your hat and coat, my dear? We must strike while the pheasant is hot! [ That's how the saying goes, right? ]

[A romantic mastermind? Oh dear... And what are these novels Sholmes borrowed from her? Part of him wants to know and part of him thinks he may be better off in blissful ignorance.

The arm over his shoulder is a welcome gesture, though. Nothing particularly new, but it has gained a different meaning over the past month. Romantic affection is a sentiment that's been worn down over seventeen years of disuse, but Yujin's willing to do his best to polish it back to its usual shine.

Sure enough, he lets Sholmes take his coat without complaint. A mischievous smile dawns.]

Naturally. I feel as if we're in for a very... pheasant evening. [The opening was right there, he had to say it.]

[ Their outerwear is hung on hooks next to the greenhouse's work aprons. Sholmes plucks the smaller starfish from his coat and hat, depositing them in a watering can with a series of wet plunks as he makes his way back to the table. Fresh water is better than no water, surely.

He rolls up his sleeves and takes up one of the bottles of wine. Did someone already uncork it for them? Maybe Susato anticipated exactly how clumsy Sholmes can be. Just like her to remove any barriers to a perfect evening.

As he pours two generous glasses, he smirks and declares: ]

And I suspect—beyond a raisin-able doubt—this wine will be di-vine.

[ He sees your pun, Mikotoba, and raises you a worse one. ]

[Oh good, at least the small starfish are saved. ...He thinks. He hopes. Starfish usually only survive in salt water, but these are magical dream starfish which rained down from the sky, so none of those facts from back home are a guarantee here. He'll have to check in on them later.

Not now, though. Now, he laughs under his breath and takes hold of one of the wine glasses. It's raised for a toast.]

Then... To most treasured partnerships, to daughters of the romantic mastermind sort and to a pleasant evening of unwine-ding.

[ As he smiles and gives Mikotoba's raised glass a gentle tap, he almost says a reflexive "cheers" but changes course with a wink and a: ] Kanpai!

[ After a sip of wine, Sholmes settles back in his chair with a contented sigh, spreads his napkin on his lap, and waits—all but salivating like a starving dog—until Mikotoba is settled before he removes the cover from his plate.

... A gasp, and a hand clutches against his chest at the sight of it: pheasant, lightly browned, resting in a bed of roasted vegetables, wrapped in the fresh fragrance of rosemary and thyme. ]

Mikotoba, have you ever seen anything so—? Ah! [ He pauses to swoon again, that hand now moved to his forehead. ] I can scarcely find the words, much less an adequately reprehensible pun.

[Thankfully, Sholmes won't have to wait too long. Once he's had his first sip of wine, Yujin slips into his seat and carefully sets his glass down beside the dinner plate. While he's not as eager as his partner, nor as ready to swoon, he is hungry. When his own cover is lifted and the smell reaches his nose, his stomach rumbles without delay.]

Reprehensible pun? I believe you mean to say... a fowl pun? [He shoots a quick smirk of his own Sholmes's way. Last one, he promises.] Ah, but enough of that. If we allow our food to grow cold, Susato will have our heads. Itadakimasu.

How dare you. [ He says this with feigned disgust as he takes up knife and fork to begin slicing into the pheasant. For a moment, Sholmes lapses into silence with nothing but appreciative sounds and monosyllables that, taken out of context, might be mistaken for a different act of hedonism.

But after the first few bites, he slows down, pacing himself. He needs to savor this. Much like the scent, the nostalgic flavors take him back to London. He swirls his wine thoughtfully, takes a drink, and asks: ]

It's been a long while since we plied our respective trades, hasn't it? [ He saws off a drumstick, knife grinding against gristle. ] Do you miss conducting autopsies? Or have you come to prefer live patients—with all their squirming and complaining?

[Oh, he dared and he will continue to do so in the future.

But just as Sholmes, he turns his attention to the food for a while. While he's calmer as he slices into it, his following bites modest and slow, he's still quite eager to, well, eat. It truly is a wonderful mimic of the food they had in London, as well as their Christmas feast here in Reverein.]

It's hard to say which I prefer. There's no true comparison. [His fork, with a small sliver of pheasant pinned to it, is waved in a light, idle manner as he speaks.] For all their complaining, as you put it, the live patients may still be saved. The moment an autopsy is needed, it's already too late. In the case of a detective, it would be the difference between, say, a kidnapping and murder.

I do enjoy a good kidnapping. [ It's an odd phrase to say in such a bright tone. He nods in agreement, mulling over that comparison as he pulls meat from the drumstick. ] Not only for the prospect of a positive outcome, but—there's a distinct thrill about it. The hunt, the race against time. A crime underway ...

[ He gives a longing sigh and a wave of the half-stripped bone. ] But! As you say, there's no comparing it to the meticulous dissection of a murder: painstakingly assembling every detail into the sordid events that culminated in such unpardonable violence.

[ He takes a moment to top off both glasses of wine, settles back into his chair, and quips: ] However, I simply must say: inimitable as you are as a forensic pathologist, Doctor, your gentle bedside manner went entirely unappreciated by the deceased.

But teaching! Now, was that not a welcome middle-ground? Surrounded by young pupils—still full of blood and vigorous potential—eager to understand all the macabre ways a life can be undone?

[Yujin chuckles quietly at that presentation of that statement. Sholmes always did have a very unique way with words. He understands the sentiment perfectly, though.]

Indeed, I quite enjoyed that career. At times, it rather felt as if I was guiding the next generation of great detectives. [He sets down his knife for a moment.] My students have always been... timid, I suppose one might call it. Eager to view everything between the lines which have been presented to them, and unable to consider that some answers may lie beyond those lines. I was the same way when I first set foot in Great Britain all those years ago. So now, I've been teaching them to view mysteries from unconventional angles, just as you once taught me.

[His free hand reaches for the wine glass and raises it to his mouth. That won't do much to hide his fond smile, though.]

[ Sholmes enjoys plenty of adulation from his fans, but their conception of the Great Detective is at least partly fictitious; Iris' retellings grant him a shiny veneer of impeccable genius. The compliments feel hollow.

It's much more potent to hear such gratitude from one of the few people who knows him as a fallible human being—and still appreciates him in spite of it. The warm smile crinkling the corners of Mikotoba's eyes doesn't help; the sight of it tugs the breath from his chest in a soft sigh.

His hand reaches for his glass, and he notes his own instinctive urge to mirror his partner. Like the steps of a dance, he thinks. After he takes a long sip, he sets the glass down, fingers still pinched at the base of the stem. ]

Hah! Teaching all the spirited steps in our Dance of Deduction? I'm flattered. [ He chuckles, then exhales again, deflating to rest his tilted head on his fist. The wine swirling in his glass is already making him melt. ]

Had you stayed in Japan, I've no doubt you would have arrived at the technique yourself. You are endowed with much more insight and imagination than you give yourself credit for, my dear friend.

[ Sholmes' eyes drift from his wine glass to settle languidly on Mikotoba. ] But I'm glad you didn't—stay in Japan, that is. And that fate conspired for the two of us, against rather impossible odds, to meet.

[If anyone's flattered, it's Yujin. He does have doubt he would have arrived at the technique himself, and it has nothing to do with a lack of insight or imagination. It has to do with the courage to venture outside comfort zones and societal norms. There's a certain brashness to Sholmes's investigation techniques that can only be absorbed through meeting Sholmes himself. It's that brashness that Yujin was trying to pass on to his students.]

Indeed, that fateful encounter changed both of our lives for the better, I should think. And through the solution of our cases, the pair of us have changed other lives as well. It's rather like a domino effect, isn't it?

I suppose we have done some good, haven't we?

[ In the thick of a case, Sholmes has trained himself to view it as a problem to be solved. To hold himself eccentrically aloof from the flurry of tragedy and emotion. Afterwards, he might be briefly buoyed by their client’s gratitude, but he inevitably begins to brood: mulling over the trajectory of the case, how they might have solved it faster, perhaps improved the outcome.

He resumes appreciative bites of his dinner and can’t help but find his thoughts returning to Susato. All her careful touches make it feel as if she’s sitting quietly in a corner, presiding over the evening. And it’s not at all difficult to imagine her wearing some thinly-veiled concern. I’m counting on you, Mr. Sholmes. ]

Do you think I would ever hurt you, Mikotoba? [ He blinks when he hears himself say it aloud—his lips apparently loosened by the wine—but makes no move to withdraw the question. ]

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