Sherlock advent drabbles :D

Today's word is: Mawashi

John and Sherlock follow the team captain into the changing room. It's small, with peeling paint, and an overwhelming smell of feet and mildew in the air.

"That's his one, there," says the team captain, pointing out the locker belonging to their missing man and handing Sherlock the key.

Sherlock inspects the area around the lock carefully, then checks the hinges. Finally, he opens the locker and looks inside.

"Our lockers aren't very big," says the team captain. "Hard to get the grant funding for larger ones."

Sherlock ignores him and pulls out a half-open sports bag.

"Problem is," says the team captain, turning to John when Sherlock doesn't give him any response, "no-one really cares about sumo wrestling in this country."

"Right," says John, more interested in the items Sherlock's pulling out of the bag than the conversation. Hopefully there'll be something in there that can tell them where this man's gone.

"I mean," the team captain sniffs, "most people think it's just fat men hugging each other in nappies."

John nods, not really listening. Sherlock's busy removing one of those nappies from the bag right now. He turns it over in his hands, then tosses it aside.

"When did you last see him?" asks Sherlock.

"Wednesday," replies the team captain. He folds his arms. "Can't get the kids interested; that's the problem," he says to John. "You wouldn't believe how many people think we just sell those stupid inflatable suits."

"Oh," says John, watching as Sherlock empties the bag and peers into the back of the locker, "you sell those suits then, do you?"

"No," says the team captain. "That's what I'm saying. People don't think it's a real sport."

"I think we're quite done here." Sherlock bangs the locker door shut and turns to go. "Come on, John."

"I'm telling you, you wouldn't get this problem in Japan," is the last thing they hear as they head out the door.