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[onthesideoftheangels]

This again? Wonderful. Oh, and I see you've redecorated in here- brought in some new lodgers, to continue the metaphor. That woman, that- other woman, a werewolf- can't hear myself think. Doesn't your mind have walls?

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[sekhem]

So long as you're only shooting your mental tenants and not, well, that's not to say I've not gone entirely mental, but not mental-mental.

1/2

[onthesideoftheangels]

Who the-

2/2 because I'm weak.

[zordaar]

Don't mind him. Why am I expendable in this equation?

[...hi.]

ilu.

[sekhem]

I never said you're expendable, just that if you're going to shoot at the rest of the mental tenants around you, don't aim in my direction.

Different sort of mental tenant. Mental as in hoo-hoo, not as in sharing a headspace with the rest of your lot.

[zordaar]

I'm not shooting anyone, he's not shooting anyone, it's a hypothetical situation, I got the wordplay and they aren't my lot, they're just in the general vicinity.

[...because assuming that everything in the general vicinity belongs to her is something Sherlock would never do, right.]

Anyway, you're not that mental. Are you?

[You're the sane one in this friendship, Jane Watson. Go you.]

[sekhem]

It depends who you're comparing me to.

[zordaar]

Hm. [She is apparently really considering this for a moment, but slightly wryly--] Well, in that case, I suppose you have your lucid moments.

[sekhem]

Like a shaft of sunlight through the clouds.

[zordaar]

Mm. Evocative, but cliched. Don't put it in your blog.