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[shootthewall]

So...it's come to this, has it?

Dragging this face out again under a new name with a new outfit.

[He waves away his own sentence with a hand.] It makes no difference. One century or another, I am still the worlds only consulting detective. The boring cases will still come, let me know when there are ones that deserve my interest.

[Violin music begins to block out any protest from the mun.]

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[nothingeverhappens]

Well, it's good to know you're still a drama queen.

[shootthewall]

[The music stops, Sherlock glancing over.]

Hm.

On what are you basing that deduction? The obviously blatant username or the fact I am deciding to ignore my writer for the time being? I assure you they have nothing to say of any value at this point.

[nothingeverhappens]

Call it a hunch.

Obviously in one century or another, little has changed with you. Still unwilling to take any cases that don't meet your very high standards.

[shootthewall]

And why not? Petty crimes do not interest me, Watson, they never have. Give me a puzzle worth solving and I will follow it to the end.

Till then, there is the morphine bottle. [He starts playing again, obviously composing as he goes.]

[nothingeverhappens]

Oh I know, trust me, I know. The wall suffers in both worlds because of your boredom.

Morphine. [ A sigh. ] Really hope my Victorian self doesn't just let you shoot up all the time.

[shootthewall]

[A faint smile on the corner of his mouth.]

No. He does not. I believe he takes offense to the idea of it.

[He looks to Watson again, this time a bit more scrutinizing.] I had thought the mustache an improvement...it does, perhaps, age you a bit, Watson.

[nothingeverhappens]

Smart man, your Watson.

[Smug? Just a little bit, yes.

But he gives Sherlock a mild look at the mustache bit.]

Yes, fine. So you both didn't like the mustache, and you turned my own wife against it, as well. Won't be making that mistake again.

My apologies. Tiny detective modeled after Holmes had to make a comment.

[shiroganeheir]

There are others in other worlds who are consulting detectives, Holmes-san.

I might also inquire how much you know about Japan, but from reading your exploits, I might deduce for myself that it is not much.

[shootthewall]

I suppose the opinions of the illustrator will have to go by the wayside then?

[Now look who is smug.]

[shootthewall]

They hardly count.

[Eyebrow raise.] You would be erroneous in that deduction. I have some acquaintence with Baritsu, the Japanese system of wrestling. It has saved my life on one occasion.

[shiroganeheir]

Do they not? Why are you dismissing something without any evidence? Have you investigated other possibilities? I would hardly think a detective of your caliber would do that.

But wrestling is hardly an entire culture, Holmes-san. I know of the English language, and some of England's quirks, but I would hardly say I know the land.

[logicals]

_{[ oh no. that haircut wasn't meant to see the light of day. what are you doing to us???? ]}

... My coat is better.

[shootthewall]

[There is nothing wrong with this hair...rather Jeremy Brett, isn't it?]

Mm, perhaps. [His tone clearly saying it was not.] If one cared to button it properly now and again. It is indeed a wonder you haven't fallen ill with pneumonia yet.

sherlocks are ridiculous

[logicals]

_{[ You're a bit too well kept, Holmes. Sherlock will be over here ruffling up and through his own fabulous hair, because it really is luscious. ]}

That's what the collar's for.

_{[ brb popping that sweet, sweet collar. ]}

I would be willing to try that seven percent solution, though. Just to ensure its potency and effectiveness, you understand.

lol

[shootthewall]

Prevention of pneumonia? I will have to inform Watson immediately. Clearly that is the medical breakthrough of the century.

[He doesn't smile but there is a glint of amusement in his eyes.] One addict to another as it were. I had thought myself smarter than to try and lie to myself but that is apparently not the case. Thank you, I had wondered what sort of tells I exhibited while lying.

[nothingeverhappens]

[ He rolls his eyes. ]

Yeah, alright. Good to know I don't have to bother with an illustrator for my blog.

[shootthewall]

Yet, my old friend. You do not have to bother with an illustrator yet.

[Now he is smiling as he bows his violin.]

[nothingeverhappens]

[ Smart ass. ]

Ah, no I use actual pictures, Sherlock. Photographs.

Have you really got an illustrator telling you how to decorate the flat?

[shootthewall]

All the better for accuracy then. Less left to the erroneous imagination of the deluded reader.

[The smile is gone in a frustrated noise through his nose as the music is cut short.] Suggestions, he calls it. I had a few suggestions for him....

[nothingeverhappens]

Yes, better for them to see the real thing so they don't think you're too ridiculous to be true.

[He's smiling now, clearly amused.] I bet the illustrator just loves you.

[shootthewall]

He is half the reason the walls are decorated as they are now. [He is referring to the bullet holes more than the wallpaper. Not only does it relieve boredom but it relieves frustration at the decorator.]

[magpied]

It is quite the outfit. Remind me to get the name of your tailor.

[shootthewall]

I doubt very much you would be needing it.

[Obviously deducing this is a man who is not in want of a fine suit. Air of well-to-do, but not a London native.]

China or Japan?

[magpied]

One can always use a variety of tailors. Especially considering what usually ends up happening to my companion's suits.

[If Stephen managed a full week without completely destroying a good coat, it was a miracle.]

Shanghai. What gave it away?

[shootthewall]

Not an admirable quality, to go through suits so quickly. Perhaps you should find a different companion.

A few minor things, nothing of import. [Sherlock seems pleased to have narrowed in on such a deduction so quickly.] You've been in London for some time, however. And not of your own choice.