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Leaning casually against the wall as he waited for James to join him, Sherlock chuckled gently to himself. Mr Hakuba was clearly quite proud of his accomplishments and it made toying with him all the more fun a pastime. In many ways James Hakuba reminded Sherlock of the majority of the young officers that accompanied Lestrade on cases from time to time. They all were blessed with youth and therefore the assumption that they knew better than everyone around them. It was a trait that Sherlock found to be most irritating and did his best to free them of with a few well timed words to put them in their place. Usually they didn’t return to assist him on any cases after that. At least Hakuba seemed to have some respect for him, something that was more than most did. It was far easier for Sherlock to be civil and hospitable to someone who showed him the level of decency he desired. It wasn’t something he’d say out loud to the young detective but Sherlock was glad of how Hakuba seemed to at least be trying to understand what goes on his his mind, possibly because he shared many of his opinions.

Catching the playful smile that James had given him, Sherlock did his best to suppress the urge to grin, instead merely shooting him a twisted smile. Instantly Sherlock was filled with the urge to reply with something snappy but the haste with which the young detective flounced over to greet the receptionist eradicated any chance of that happening. Clearly it was intentional on Hakuba’s part, most likely a way to temporarily give him the last word.

While his companion canoodled with the receptionist, Sherlock took the time to take note of the building. It was decently maintained despite being moderately old. The walls and floor had recently received some maintenance in the form of a makeover though clearly not to a very good standard as they were already showing signs of wear and tear. Odd, a security building was hardly a place for there to be the opportunity for it to get worn down so quickly. Why exactly was this then? It wasn’t until he heard his name being called that Sherlock was pulled out of the analytical bubble he had entered. Giving a brief nod to the receptionist as he passed, Sherlock headed towards the flight of stairs that led to where the security footage was kept. 

“You’re very eager to get into my abode, Mr Hakuba. Should I be flattered by the attention you are giving me? If the way that receptionist over there has zeroed in on your face I am inclined to think I am a very lucky to have such an apparently handsome man give me special attention and want a token of mine. I am aware John has found himself someone but I do hope you aren’t expecting to win me over so easily.” Sherlock stated teasingly as he strode along the stairwell. “I’m sure that woman would kill to be in my position. Actually that could prove rather fun as it’d give me a case to entertain myself with. I’d only hope her method would be more inventive than she is.” Sherlock glanced at James from the side of his eyes.  “You can’t have my deerstalker crown but you are welcome to be the detective prince to my status as king is you so wish. Think of it as being like my understudy, James. Quite the compliment don’t you think?" 

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"Oh yes, Mr. Holmes, quite the compliment indeed.” Hakuba glanced at him before heading up the stairs, step spry and light as it had been before. “But far too easily won. No; I’ll turn down the title of prince until I’ve earned if, if that pleases you at all. I’ve barely done anything to prove myself, and I should hardly think that my charms have any actual sway on you, Detective King. We’re headed to the fourth floor, incidentally.”

With one hand on the railing, the teenager continued the climb. 

“And need I remind you, Mr. Holmes, that you were the one to mention 221B, not I, as well as the token. Which, of course, I appreciate, but it does seem that you’re rather eager for company. Alas, I’m only seventeen; I’m certain that you can find far better, and far more legal options than I who are better suited for you. Particularly if I am as obnoxious as you’ve alluded to. The receptionist killing someone? Miss Wells? Hardly! And over my apparently handsome face, not for my skills at all. Such a thing!”

James enjoyed this game. So long as Sherlock continued to play it, he would happily reciprocate. Bonding over teasing was something that usually went over well when he found willing partners, but those were far and few between. Heiji Hattori from Japan came to mind as one who did not play well with him; so eager to shut down even his most harmless attempts. Such a shame. But Sherlock Holmes was much better game; he only hoped he’d not come off as over-eager in his playful retorts.  

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While he listened to the young detective begin to piece together what he was trying to say, Sherlock silently observed him with a hardened, almost unreadable expression. This person was certainly not unpleasant or difficult to converse with but Sherlock wasn’t sure how he was supposed to be so much more amicable and pleasantly charming than himself. Hakuba was definitely very clever and therefore had a very active mind. Like Sherlock’s, it seemed to be like a bee hive with ideas and thoughts swirling round simultaneously. This gave him a coldness to his attitude that was all too evident to the consulting detective, perhaps because this a trait that he identified himself as also possessing. He was a good detective and an opportunist, much of his charm therefore must stem from him projecting a more friendly approachable facade that would allow him to get the information he needs to do his job.

Upon hearing James decline the gift of one of the hats, Sherlock’s expression faltered and he looked a little surprised. Few ever declined anything from him, especially the gift of one of his own belongings for free. It was almost unheard of in this day and age where he and John were constantly being ambushed by the media at inopportune times. “Oh, is that so? Many would be falling down at my feet in gratitude at the offer yet you brush it off so casually. You may see it as a token of whatever you wish, including your adventure here with me if you desire. What you do with it once you leave is irrelevant to me. If I am going to be eternally remembered in that accursed piece of headgear then I would like it to be a symbol of just how loathsome and detestable the world around us truly is. Still, it is the horrors of the world that provide me with sport and entertainment so I shouldn’t be so harsh on it.”

The detective’s gaze hardened as James mentioned how much time was being wasted and he scowled slightly. “I think I am more than capable of monitoring my own time on my own case without your input, as helpful as you may be trying to be, My Hakuba. You may be my supposed successor but let us not forget I am no amateur neither am I anywhere near past my prime.” he stated in a cool tone, stalking closely past the young detective and into the door, his Belstaff coat brushing against him as he passed by. Once he was just inside Sherlock turned on his heel and gestured with his head for Hakuba to follow. “You wish to be of some use to me by utilizing your charm? So be it. Your visually appealing face should be used for something other than as a tool in your flirting after all. I don’t normally hand over the reins to anyone but I must admit I am intrigued by you enough to like you at this current time. Prove your usefulness to me, Mr Hakuba. I am waiting.”

So it was going to be like that then? Hakuba took another breath, steeling himself against rising to the bait, though it was difficult. Very difficult. Instead, to Sherlock, he offered a cool smile as he entered the building, nodding his head in concession.

He’d heard many things about dealing with Mr. Holmes in person, and so far, he was finding that many of the claims had been… justified. However, if the study of difficult people had taught him anything, it was that unreasonable expectations and misunderstandings were often the cause of such cold behavior. Sherlock was not a patient man, clearly, and with being forced to deal with such dull and often destructive people, day in and day out, who could blame him? That in mind, it only made sense to the young detective to grin and bear it as patiently as he could. 

…besides, Mr. Holmes had just called him handsome. And sort of said that he was a flirt. Was this a good thing? He couldn’t tell, but somehow it pleased him. Just a little bit. 

“I’ll look forward to a formal invitation to Baker Street in that case, Mr. Holmes, and will leave it to you to pass on your deerstalker crown when you’re adequately ready,” Hakuba said as he walked past him and into the lobby, heading toward the reception desk. What he’d said was a playful tease, and he hoped that the smile he offered afterward made that evident.

Regardless, he didn’t give his idol the chance to rebuttal before he came to lean on the counter, face relaxing into a casual, charming expression of warmth.

“Afternoon, Miss Wells! It’s a pleasure to see you again. Do you mind if… my associate and I nip up to the security office to review the last hour or so of footage? I promise we won’t be long.”

The receptionist glanced up from her work and let her gaze move from Hakuba, whom she knew from previous visits, to Sherlock, whom she’d seen on the telly, and quirked a brow before turning back to the younger of the detectives. “Certainly, James… I’ll let them know you both are coming." 

While she lifted the receiver to inform the security team, Hakuba gave a nod, a quiet ‘thank you,’ and gestured toward the door leading to the stairwell. 

"This way, Mr. Holmes.”