Bang! Bang! Bang!!!
"Have you become a caveman now?"
The door flew open, stirring up a gust of wind that made Kayson roll his eyes as he pressed down his hat.
"Look at this. Let me reintroduce you to what a... doorbell is. Don't you know how to use one anymore?"
Wrapped in a blanket, Sherlock looked at Kayson, who had been pounding on the door, and thoughtfully stuck out a finger from beneath the blanket to point at the electric doorbell beside the entrance.
"When are you going to put your clothes on properly... Looks like while I was gone, no one reported you for being an eyesore..."
"Because this is my home."
Sherlock ultimately stepped aside and let Kayson into the house.
"Should I say thank you?"
"Of course."
"Then thank you so damn much, great Mr. Sherlock Holmes." Kayson sat on the sofa and set the wine he was carrying on the coffee table.
"Of course you should thank me, because no normal person would let you in... And don't go touching my furniture. It will never end up on your desk as long as I'm alive."
Somewhat awkwardly, Kayson put a small figurine back on the cabinet.
"All right, try the wine I brought."
"I don't like it. Take it away." Sherlock swiftly took the wine and put it into the cabinet.
"...Then at least let me take it away?"
"You can take it away, but please don't touch my cabinet. Last time you came over, you ate three bags of cucumber-flavored chips I specifically smuggled... no, had someone buy for me from Asia. I will never forgive you."
"Thanks. I'm touched that you still remember."
"Of course I remember. I even know why you came to see me... But I won't help you. Absolutely not.