going to amat if he gets in, and he's got no say in it whatsoever

[deduce]

No matter how many Johns you find me, I still hate you with every fibre of my being. I've been a very patient man up until this point - yes, patient - but you're taking all of this several steps too far. Really, an island watched over by deities, collars that choke its victim until sexual gratification is received and Molly Hooper?

No, not interested. Take someone else. I couldn't care less if I'm the only 'muse' that's 'active', I've already gone somewhere somewhat similar and it ended up being incredibly dull work for the both of us, just in case you've gone and let yourself forget.

Oh, and one more thing; if you go through with this, I won't make it easy on you. No, I'm more than capable of giving you your fair share of migraines - where did you think they were coming from? Your eyes? Please - and I'm not above making your waking life a living hell. It'd be my pleasure, actually. Just give me a reason.

I've been cooped up here for days.

What do you mean, 'there's no smoking ban'? Well, that makes things slightly more tolerable. I'll think about it.

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[saidhe]

My dear boy, so many a word have been attributed to the name Sherlock Holmes over the years, but if it's 'patient' you're attempting to push for, you're going to be sorely disappointed in the reception.

[deduce]

I don't claim to be the embodiment of patience, just that I've been patient.

_{[And he has. For him, anyway. The sort of patience that practically vibrates and is never actually calm nor patient, but you know, same difference and all that.]}

[saidhe]

[ he doesn't BELIEVE YOU, unholmes ]

Feigning patience at best and though fantastically so, impatient nonetheless.

[deduce]

Perhaps, but then feigning is usually as good as being - at least in their eyes.

<sub>[Perhaps he's not quite as patient as he's letting on - oh, well, they both know he isn't - but that doesn't change the fact that he has been somewhat patient. Patient enough, at least, to try and reasonably explain that games are a bad idea only for it to be ignored entirely.

She was on his side at one point and then suddenly she was applying to games and now she's applying to another one, for god's sake.

See. Patient.]</sub>

[saidhe]

Though their soul purpose being to dissect one's reasoning, rendering all impure motivations arguably moot, when one really considers the lie and the result of the lie.

[ Same boats all around. Two game applications, one acceptance, one pending; one spaceship, one... well, Sherlock knows the rest. ]

[ It's hard. It's hard being Sherlock Holmes and no one understands. ]

Perhaps more poisonous fates lying within the grasp of any perspective writers, desultory in method and unequivocally hateful. [ Holmes picks at a nail, brow raised, voice darkened. ] Inaction amongst them?

[ I JUST CAME OUT OF THE BOX I'M NOT COMPLAINING TOO MUCH YET...... ]

[deduce]

Oh, she's aware of the lie. But she's also aware of the effort, which, on occasion, can make things slightly easier.

<sub>[And oh, it really is hard to be Sherlock Holmes, especially when he's being ignored. Really, there's nothing worse than that, because it's almost like you don't exist for small periods of time. They'll remember, eventually - but it all depends on their moods on whether or not you're just going to be brushed back for another two months, barely looked at.

But she does come back, with credit to her.]</sub>

Lack of enthusiasm is just as much a hindrance as blind enthusiasm, and my writer has a habit of being particularly blind to most everything until it becomes too obvious an issue.

[saidhe]

[ Oh, hey, that sounds a bit like the John Watson Policy. ] Easier for whom, exactly?

[ Being ignored... Yes. There's a reason enough he mentions inaction, songs like hateful and desultory. There's a reason he approaches the situation with immediate caution and wariness rather than a blatant disregard for it, if not just because he hasn't experienced the situation as Sherlock has, but also because anything is better than the dank, perpetual state of simply not doing. ]

Most everything? Then an education is perhaps to be had. Enlightening one's journalist to a point of perfect balance - that is to say that which is not too absent of enthusiasm, nor that which is too inundated with its enthusiasm, heading towards egregious errors and actions. Browbeat her, if you must? [ sherlock keep your pimp hand strong ]

[deduce]

_{[What are you, recruiting moustaches?]} For me, which is really all that matters. Though now that I bother to think about it, I suppose it suits her as well. Like I said; she tends to be avoidant in most matters until it's much too late.

<sub>[Oh, god, being bored. Is there anything worse? Don't answer that, you and I both know there isn't.

Sherlock is starting to see a fun side to this. Because oh, neither of them have missed it; they are who they say they are, and only a fool would be so idiotic to question it. He sort of - paces, around Holmes, because he's just an inch or two taller than John at best and it's almost like having a little collection of short people in his midst.

Adorable.]</sub>

I think we'll leave the browbeating for the writers; yours certainly seems to keep mine interested if nothing else.

_{[It might be different. hm.]}

[saidhe]

[ always ]

In which case, I would suggest continuing about this fallacy with no complaint, so long as it is so suiting for the happy couple. Though the relationship my typist and I share is one distinctly more -- frank. The benefits therein are what you make of it.

[ He braces when Sherlock circles him, only slightly, and it's not out of apprehension at all because, no, there's not a doubt in his mind as to who he's talking to - whatever remains - and he's hardly a reason to be wary of himself. What's appalling is the pronounced difference in height. No, he hasn't overlooked it, and it's more apparent when Sherlock is hounding him as he is so, at least a few inches that the other man has over him. ]

[ He also has the excellent gift of knowing exactly what the other man - he - is trying to accentuate here, simply by his actions, and his lips twitch into something more disgruntled. ]

[ adorable my muscular buttocks ]

Ah, yes, a remarkable push and pull between the two. [ He turns his head with a sardonic smile, pursed lips aside for now. ] And what better a tool with which to entertain Sherlock Holmes than himself?

[deduce]

What, and miss this chance meeting? I wouldn't dare.

<sub>[He stops after one small circle; content, because there's no point inspecting what he'll eventually come to learn, not yet at the very least. Graciously Sherlock steps back, allowing Holmes the room to breathe he'd so callously lost moments before.

Holmes needs a bath. That is a fact Sherlock has no interest in attempting to hide.

No you're not adorable, jeez; the prospect of having small people following me everywhere is adorable. get over yourself bro]</sub>

Intriguing, almost familiar. _{[But obviously not quite.]} Well, we are brilliant; I'd be lying if I said I wasn't interested.

[saidhe]

[ Holmes is not only a product of his era, but also completely, utterly, disgustingly bohemian in both fashion and, unfortunately, lifestyle. This is something on which Sherlock is either going to have to adjust his perspective, or he's going to have to take action. there is a reason john watson probably weeps himself to sleep each night okay ]

[ also i'm sickeningly adorable FIGHT ME ]

Indelibly. With more than a few distinct differences. [ Holmes is more subtle with his approach, less territorial. His head tilts, his eyes give a once-over. It's very, very obvious, especially to Sherlock, that he's confirming or denying suspicions via lazy inductions. When he speaks, it's distractedly. ] Of course you're interested.

[ That smile again, wry. ] More interesting than us? A rarity. Tell me: Is your sock collection organized by -- ah, no, color, isn't it? Then sub-categorized by length, respectively.

[deduce]

<sub>[Forcibly take action it is, then. Sherlock can't sleep with the smell of wet dog permeating his precious air. He needs that, it's very important to him, and Holmes will have baths every other day or he's sleeping outside.

no you're just fun sized.]</sub>

I wonder how many differences there are. _{[He sees it just as Holmes knew he would, and there's a laziness here that Sherlock's somewhat used to, because he can be just as lazy when the time calls for it.]}

Oh, I didn't say that. Nothing quite as interesting exists. _{[Well, perhaps apart from Moriarty, but that's a name neither of them needs to say - they're already thinking it quietly and carefully. It's definitely there.]} And your socks are organised by level of stench.

[saidhe]

[ Challenge ACCEPTED, Holmes will literally wrestle you against that fate. Mostly on account of his concept of 'smelly' is probably a bit different than Sherlock's concept. Who's supposed to be able to concentrate with the smell of soap in their nose all the time? ]

[ omg fights right now i will take you outside ]

We'll call it a social experiment, shall we? A scientific study of nature over nurture. The world should have no better opportunity than exactly the same person in those different conditions. Even twins are not so accurate a specimen.

[ Moriarty. No, a name that hardly ever leaves his mind, especially as of late. ]

[ A normal person would be offended by that and assume it was a dig at their personal hygiene, but Holmes merely gives a passive bit of a shrug, a slight raising of a shoulder. ] Unless Watson is feeling ambitious, then other methods explored. You've quit smoking. [ His eyes dance a little, amused. ] Mostly. There is no such thing as a lost habit, only a suppressed one. But your last one was MONTHS now.