He's so condescending but he won't leave my head.

[thatswhatpeopledo]

You have absolutely no idea what you're doing. You do know that, right? Or is your simple little brain just that enamored with me?

[Rude, Jim. Rude.]

I thought that might be the case. If you're as obsessed with this show as you seem to believe you are, why are you sitting here--[Airquotes]--roleplaying, when you could be reveling in your fangirlish delights by watching the next episode?

No~o, by all means. If you're enjoying butchering my voice, don't let me stop you. It's rather fun watching this display of you struggling. Endearing, almost.

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[thatswhatpeopledo]

I believe the correct response to this is, "I see what you did there." However, she keeps insisting that she wants to have her attention entirely focused on me, or on the episode. I ought to be flattered, but with how her mind operates, I feel more as if I'm babysitting.

[knowswhattheylike]

Awww, don't you want to play innuendo with me? It could be fun.

When you do finally manage to settle your child down to watch the new episode, I am sure both you and your mun will enjoy it. I know mine did.

[thatswhatpeopledo]

If I'd been in the mood, then perhaps. But when isn't a game fun with you.

Yes, that is just what I want to do, see this girl snivel and squeal over watching Holmes solve puzzles. I at least gain some sort of intellectual thrill over it. She's just a crazed fangirl.

[knowswhattheylike]

Intellectual thrill? Oh is that what they're calling it now? She may be a crazed fangirl but she is giving you life right now. Besides at least yours doesn't watch it to see how many times our dear Sherlock and his Dr. Watson have homoerotic moments.

[thatswhatpeopledo]

Then please, may I ask, that someone remove this unfortunate excuse for life support from my body, so that I might die in peace.

Allow me to spoil your mun then--precisely every moment between Holmes and his lapdog are homoerotic.

[knowswhattheylike]

How true.

Now what was that about dying in peace? I never took you for the dying type. Not when there's so much fun in living with dear genius around. I do miss him and I see he's come in to say hello below. Do play nicely, won't you?

[thatswhatpeopledo]

Come now, am I not allowed a little metaphor now and then? Or might I make a Peter Pan reference, and I can be the boy who never grew up, embracing death as its own splendid adventure?

[Frown.]

Why would I want to play nicely with him? He's rather fun when he's riled up.

[knowswhattheylike]

I always knew you were a tights sort of man.

Considering your recent love of explosives, I felt the comment was needed if I wanted to see him kept in one piece.