warning: whining.

[bosewicht]

Why not me? Why do you never think of me? I just want to be your number one, that's all I want.

But you keep writing all of the boring people. I've got friends there and you're never going to let me go to the party. I'm not afraid of the Iceman, you know, we would have a merry old time, him and me. I have a soft place for Adler too, you know; I bet she could find it. I bet you two pounds.

Instead here we are, in the place where nothing matters. Dull. You're dull. Everything is dull.

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[thedominatrix]

Well, now. Do I get a share in your winnings?

[bosewicht]

In for a penny, out for a pound, but we'll never find out now. And they call me the criminal.

[thedominatrix]

Oh, poppet. How unreasonable of her.

[All the sympathy for the consulting criminal. bb :c

(But okay, she really does not want him in Baedal, he is Extremely Messy).]

[bosewicht]

[ Biiig shrug. ]

In a world of games, people are afraid to make the big move, and this one's no different. I would win your town, she knows. Especially without a Holmes there being a saucy little distraction.

Do you miss me?

[thedominatrix]

The Iceman's there. Not sure I'd call him saucy, though.

I lie awake at night in your honour, darling.

[bosewicht]

A little saucy, you have to admit, the man has an eye for suits. But no, not him. He doesn't play as fun.

And no you don't. You're such a liar.

[thedominatrix]

I wouldn't be so exciting if I told the truth all the time.

[bosewicht]

Dead people aren't very interesting, you're right on that one.

[thedominatrix]

You say that, and then you make so many of them.

[Irene why...are you joking...with the consulting criminal...why are you doing this]

[bosewicht]

I'm so contrary that way. They don't banter, is all.

[ :D? ]

[thedominatrix]

Sherlock is very fond of his skull, though, isn't he? I think he likes that it doesn't talk back.

[bosewicht]

And the tin soldier, can't forget that one. It's like when kids bring their toys to school, like they want you to break them.

Oh, but he liked you in the end. Surprise plot twist.

[thedominatrix]

Not that surprising. Everyone likes me. They might not want to and they might not advertise it, but they do. Just a tiny bit- [holding up her fingers a centimeter apart] -at least.

[bosewicht]

Me too.

[ ...n-- ]

Wait, no. Probably not. But a tiny bit of something at least.

[thedominatrix]

[A tut and- did she just aww? Yes, she just aww'd.]

I like you, at least.

[Errr yes and no. Mainly she likes not being bored and not being shoes. Talking to him is a difficult game of trying to achieve both these things simultaneously.]

[bosewicht]

You're so sweet to say so, always charming. But I think if I were overly invested in people liking me, I'd be in the wrong line of work. That's why I have you.

Though I think I'd be a dab hand at the riding crop.

[thedominatrix]

It's harder than it looks.

[bosewicht]

So was Sherlock. Whoopsie daisies.

[thedominatrix]

[Tut tut.]

That's a bad joke, Jim Moriarty.

[And she doesn't think it's that funny! But whatever.

Irene has a kind of emotional disconnect here (and in a lot of other cases); Jim Moriarty is not good news, but he is good conversation. Anyway, surely the reaction to meeting someone so dangerous should be to act friendly?

(Logic!!)]

[diogenesis]

You know I'd be more than happy to solve your Problem, James.

[bosewicht]

That's why I think it would be fun, but who listens to little old me anymore.

[diogenesis]

How perfectly tragic.

[bosewicht]

It really is, though.

It's got to feel very small to you. You, out of all of them.

[diogenesis]

No. It is infinite and constant, and also nowhere and nothing. The physical space is small, but beyond a thin veil lies eternity in every direction.

This is why you must not be allowed. I would not allow it.

[bosewicht]

Ooh, then you're the small one. Small man in a big ol' multiverse. But I promise you, Mycroft, I'd make it claustrophobic. You'd choke on me.

But no big deal, I'll just be on the outside looking in.

[diogenesis]

I think that place would swallow you whole.

[womanwhobeatyou]

Come now, Jim, we both know the only soft space you have for me is for a knife in my back.

[bosewicht]

The front, the back; I didn't imagine you so picky, Ms. Adler.

[womanwhobeatyou]

Being exacting is my bread and butter. Besides, we both know it isn't your style to come at anyone directly.