Voice testing in a really inconvienient time

[divisioned]

Look, I get it. When you don't want to work, you don't want to work but you can't put off this exam. No one in your class wants to do it but once you're done, you're done and then you can do whatever you'd like for the rest of the summer. So stop your whining and get back to studying! 

...No, I can't help you.

That's not my div- No, I am not saying that because I'm lazy! Just because I deal with Sherlock on a regular basis doesn't mean I know a thing about psychology. Now, do your work!

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[wealldosillythings]

Oh, yelling at them never gets anywhere, unfortunately. [Look, a Molly appears!] Actually...trying to tell them to do anything never does any good, really. Muns are...pretty stubborn.

[divisioned]

I figured it was worth a try. Didn't think I would get anywhere what with her running about the place saying how I'm her 'spirit animal' when it comes to work ethic.






I'm not that lazy.

[wealldosillythings]

Well of course you're not! I mean, you're a detective inspector, for goodness' sake - you certainly didn't get that title just sitting around. [She smiles, cheery and reassuring.] Plus, I've seen you work. You're wonderful - er, wonderfully dedicated.

[divisioned]

Much appreciated, Molly. It's nice to hear instead of having this one quoting me on a daily basis whenever she's doing work.

[wealldosillythings]

At least it's sort of flattering? [Molly's always trying to be optimistic.] Quoting you and all, I mean. A-And you're welcome. For what I said before, because I meant it.

[divisioned]

Imitation is the best form of flattery type thing? Well I suppose if you think about it that way...

You're good at your job too though.

[sirblogsalot]

Sorry, there's no known cure for procrastination just yet. If there was, I'd prescribe a strong dose for this one as well.

[divisioned]

Shame. It seems to be a trend, doesn't it? I don't know how she made it this far in her education like this.

[sirblogsalot]

Does she somehow manage to pull it all together at the end like mine does? I've got to admit, it's sort of amusing to watch when it happens.

[divisioned]

It's hit and miss with this one to be honest; more hits than misses thankfully otherwise I'd be dealing with a blubbering mess. It's like she thinks I don't actually have work to do and my job is to pick her up and brush her off.

[sirblogsalot]

What, er, do you actually do, then? If you don't mind my asking.

[Do muses even do anything while homeless?]

[divisioned]

Oh. You know...paperwork.

[Bullshit. He drinks beer and treats it like a vacation.]

[sirblogsalot]

For what?

[He gets more than enough bullshit from his flatmate, don't do this to him.]

[divisioned]

John, what are you? My superior? What else would I do paperwork for? It's all for...you know. Work.

[sirblogsalot]

Just curious, is all. It sounds as though you've been keeping busy while I had absolutely nothing to do for most of the time.

[divisioned]

My mun asks if you'd like to study for her and take her exam on Wednesday.

If you ask me, I'd rather do nothing than study what she's doing.

[sirblogsalot]

Mm, psychology. Not my best area. The mun's getting her degree in it, though. She says she'd be willing to do a trade if yours were to write her philosophy paper.

[divisioned]

...Even I wouldn't want to deal with that. And she says she can't promise the best results if they do switch and I would take her word on that.

[sirblogsalot]

You know, I think they'll both do just fine once they stop making excuses and get to work.

[divisioned]

That's wishful thinking, John.

[sirblogsalot]

Shouldn't at least one of us remain optimistic?

[divisioned]

From my past experiences with this girl alone, there isn't much optimism to be had.

[fairytalevillain]

Oh, and she's just as lazy as you. Pity.

[divisioned]

You know what, if you view me as lazy and that's a bad thing then I don't think I'm going to complain.

[fairytalevillain]

Oh my, Detective Inspector! You're full of sass, aren't you! Did you not like hearing the truth? Or were those words from the girl, does she not like hearing the truth, either?

[divisioned]

Sass? No, it's more like me telling you that I'm not going to be your plaything.

[A pause.]

As for the girl, she's what she likes to call a 'fan' of yours. Can't for the life of me see why.

[deerstalkable]

[Headtilt.]

How does dealing with me correlate with psychology?

[divisioned]

You'd have to ask her. I may live in her head space but I'm not actually her.

[deerstalkable]

I make it a point to avoid talking to idiots as much as possible.

[divisioned]

Is that why you speak to me then?

[deerstalkable]

I'm being forced to talk to you. Something about enabling.

[divisioned]

It's nice to see you too, Sherlock. [Rolling of the eyes, Sherlock. ROLLING OF THE EYES.]

Ah - oh, no. No, no, no. She and I are on the same page on this one. I do not want to be sent to some weird dream world.

[deerstalkable]

[But I'm sure you wish to continue this trend in playing nannies to my idiots~]

I haven't put any particular thought in seeing you again. [He's missed him... honest.]

I doubt your feelings have got anything to do with that.

[divisioned]

[I can't play this nanny very well 8| and the other nanny is also a hit and miss most of the time.]

You're really the best at being sentimental.

None of us do and I think that's the point.