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[workaphilic]

[Anyone looking for Sherlock today can find him outside by the duck pond. He has his journal open in his palm, but other than that he doesn't seem to be doing anything other than standing and watching.

Specifically, watching a little girl with dark, messy curls and her pants rolled to her knees splash around in the shallows.]

No points for creativity, yet again. Can't be blamed, though. It gets the job done, and there's something to be said for long term investment. [He sounds almost... impressed?] No reason to change a winning formula.

Those of you somehow surprised by this turn of events should pay better attention.

[There's an excited sort of shriek from somewhere far away, and Sherlock's voice gets fainter as he turns away from the journal.]

Daddy! Daddy, look at this, come see!

Yes, yes. Bring it here.

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[workaphilic]

Then give your children to someone who can care for them properly. There have been plenty of offers over the journal, can't be that difficult to find someone. Unless you'd like them to drown themselves while you cling pointlessly to your childhood, in which case.... [He shrugs. He really doesn't care.

He gestures to his daughter.]

Rachel. We're leaving.

[She pouts. Blobs of water float idly up from the surface like she forgot to put them back.]

Daddy!

Now.

[moonlightmagician]

[ Okay that-that kind of stung. But Kaito isn't one to let his true feelings show so he'll merely shrug it off. ]

If it were that easy I'd gladly place them in more experienced hands than mine but the only person I would trust to keep up with these two died in a stage 'accident.'

Farewell, detective. Sorry to have ruined your afternoon.

[workaphilic]

[Rachel splashes out of the water and goes to fetch her shoes laying on the grass a few feet away.]

Suppose you're going to have to make a decision, then, aren't you?

[The little girl comes back with her shoes tucked under her arm and a few souvenirs from the pond clutched in her palm. She goes to slip her free hand into her father's -- his shoulders go a little stiff, uncomfortable, but he allows it.]

Have a nice day.

Bye, bye.

[For what it's worth, he's going immediately to wash this shit out of his hair before John can catch him. That's so not a conversation he wants to have.]

[moonlightmagician]

Same to you.

[ Takes a breath to calm his temper-he wasn't about to lose it he just wanted a clean slate. He sets his two kids down and takes their hand. ]

C'mon you two, let's go see if can find uncle Hakuba-kun and you can terrorize him.