mun saw the new trailer.

[abovedramatics]

Yes, my dear, I will agree with you just this once. The creature that apparently crawled on Dr Watson's face and died needs to leave. Immediately. It is quite...terrifying.

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[you_dont_work_alone]

There is nothing wrong with the mustache!

Why is everyone so concerned with my appearance? None of them are engaged to me.

[abovedramatics]

John, I rarely use the the words of my mundane because I find her vocabulary...lacking. But I'm afraid her words fit this situation perfectly. The mustache is a "hot mess".

No, we are not engaged to you. However, if you want people to stop thinking you're a paedophile, then I suggest you shave it off.

[you_dont_work_alone]

I do not look like a...!

Piss off the both of you.

[abovedramatics]

[Mycroft sighs.] No need to get angry. Just making a friendly suggestion.

[you_dont_work_alone]

Friendly. Right.

[abovedramatics]

Dearest Watson, would I ever give you bad advice?

[you_dont_work_alone]

I'm not sure. Maybe.

[abovedramatics]

Don't trust me? Well, I shouldn't be surprised I suppose. No one does. Not even my mundane.

[spectacularlyignorant]

You've the resources to send him a shave kit.

[abovedramatics]

Why, how gracious of you to remind me little brother. I'll even put a nice red bow on top to make it pretty.

[spectacularlyignorant]

Oh shut up. I just don't want to come back and see that on his face.

[abovedramatics]

Why? Afraid the mustache has replaced you? Believe me, the mustache should be the least of your worries right now.

[spectacularlyignorant]

[...]

Yes, Mycroft. It's called a death certificate.

[abovedramatics]

Yes, I am rather sorry about that. Had to be filed. Didn't know you were planning on rising and gracing us with your presence again.

[spectacularlyignorant]

Ah, something I've managed to get over on you then? It's unlike you to admit it. I'd like my accounts returned to me. In full.

[abovedramatics]

I hope you relish the moment. I won't admit it again. [Hmph.]

That'll be arranged when you're not longer dead. Legally.

[spectacularlyignorant]

Is this your way of forcing me to take a drug test?

[Being dead does not cure whiny little brother syndrome.]

I assure you, I had better things to do while I was gone.

[abovedramatics]

Perhaps. [He smiles.] I'm sure you did. It's not everyday someone gets the chance to completely disappear. The politicians will want to know your secret.

[spectacularlyignorant]

[Easy. Have someone insane threaten the people you love.]

You're in a better position to help them disappear than I am.

Now those accounts? I need proper clothes.

[abovedramatics]

Hmm, well while my mundane is telling me to be nice to you, I'm afraid I can't let you have access. Just yet.

[spectacularlyignorant]

Just yet.

Mycroft, I don't have time for your petty games. I have to get back to John.

[tantiny]

He should charge it rent.

[abovedramatics]

Indeed. He could make quite a bit of money.

[arach_nerd]

I keep expecting it to create a cocoon and metamorphose into a moth.

[mightbeblogging]

There's nothing wrong with the mustache, Mycroft.

[May be still holding a grudge against you.]