Voice Testing *Homeless

[holmestheelder]

You are adorable.

Really. In that fascinating way small children are adorable so long as they are quiet and belong to someone else.

I have no interest in inhabiting your head or dancing to your whims. Kindly take your misguided notion of a 'good idea' and apply it to someone else.

Do not make me repeat myself, it is tedious in the extreme. I have a government to keep track of and a brother to run; or the other way around, it changes each day to the next.

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[noshit]

Well. I could just ignore you, but we all know what little that accomplishes.

[holmestheelder]

[Have a creepy attempt at a smile. Seriously, there is a reason he doesn't try this smiling thing often.]

[noshit]

[You couldn't creep him out if you tried, Mycroft. Which you don't.]

Quiet day at the office is it? You've certainly spent enough of your time talking circles with your dear little brother, Mycroft.

[holmestheelder]

[He finds this fact very bothersome, for your information.]

I suppose there can't be a coup every day.

[It might sound flip, it could easily be the truth and he does look genuinely put out. Just because he doesn't run off and stab dead pigs, does not mean he doesn't feel the prick of ennui just as fiercely.]

[noshit]

A shame isn't it.

[That's alright, you unsettle John easily enough. Though he seems to be getting used to your power trippy antics.]

[holmestheelder]

This from a man who gets giddy over multiple murders, the more gruesome the better.

[He pauses and clears his throat.]

It certainly was not for lack of trying, believe me.

[noshit]

People die, some just more soon than others. I cannot help it if they die in ways not typically meant for them, but what I can help is finding out why and how.

Justice is served and I am kept entertained.

[If John were here he would be giving him such a disapproving look right now.]

A win win situation in a sense. Not entirely for the deceased, but I can only do so much. Playing the hand of God is not one of them.

[Don't even get him started on God and all that.]

[holmestheelder]

Sherlock I would accuse you of being ghoulish, were I not in agreement with most of what you just said.

[Yes, he just admitted to agreeing with you, though you have to wonder about the nature of the subject he's agreeing with you upon.]

As for the latter, I have always been lead to believe it is just a matter of time before your ego grows to deity proportions.

[noshit]

Of course you agree with me. We are brothers, are we not, Mycroft?

[Meaning their similar way of seeing the world, regardless of how they liked to seem at odds with one another.]

Oh? And who says it hasn't?

[holmestheelder]

[Yes at the end of the day they were and of that strange sort that were more alike than different. Years separated them and yet at times, Mycroft wondered if they could have been any closer in temperament if they had shared their mother's womb at the same time.

He didn't say any of this, didn't say anything at all, which was in its own way, a declaration all its own.]

Well I have yet to hear word that the Church of England is now to be called the Church of Sherlock, though I imagine it is not for want of trying on your part.