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((Since it’s Christmas I figured Sherlock should meet someone new)) Striding quickly down the street, Sherlock glanced back and forth across the surroundings for any sign of the man he had been following. Seeing none, he sighed in frustration and slumped against the wall. How unfruitful this had been! It was a few moments before he realised there was someone stood very near to him. “You! Have you seen a man with a facial tattoo pass by? He is about 6 foot tall. Hurry up and say, I am in a rush.”

His arrival had been noted with great interest by the someone, who then quietly pulled the lit cigarette from his mouth to consider the request. He turned his head away, blew out a puff of smoke, and answered while reaching for the little black book in his breast pocket with his free hand.  

“I have, as a matter of fact. Five, to be precise, within the past hour that meet such description.” Hakuba glanced at him sideways, attempting to appear casual. He knew who this was: he’d made himself intimately familiar with Mr. Holmes’ cases, both via John’s blog and the actual police records at the station. To say that he was excited was an understatement. “If you could be more specific, I might be able to assist you. What sort of facial tattoo?”