Pre-canon Sherlock. Considering Things.

[itsnotatrick]

Decide on a time frame. Be specific.

Or, better yet, stop wasting my time and go back to playing with my 'more well-adjusted' self.

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[womanwhobeatyou]

[Don't mind her, Sherlock. She's just going to be over here. Laughing at the idea of your 'more well-adjusted' self.]

[itsnotatrick]

[He implied quotation marks for a reason.

But he's still going to side-eye her while she laughs.]

[myblogwonabafta]

I'm not sure whether to be fascinated or horrified.

[womanwhobeatyou]

[She's unperturbed by the side-eye. And awfully smug.]

It seems that time does very little to change you, Mr. Holmes.

[itsnotatrick]

Do please take your time.

[itsnotatrick]

Oh, you think so.

[His fingers are twitching on the arms of his chair. Someone is highly uncomfortable with some aspect of this. Or several.]

[womanwhobeatyou]

[Her eyes drift over to the twitch of his fingers along the arm of the chair, and that only seems to make her more amused, deepens the smile tugging at her lips.]

Not at all. I know so.

[theinfamous1412]

tsk tsk tsk

You should know better than to aggravate a mun

[itsnotatrick]

[His eyes narrow slightly: a gesture that'll be familiar to Irene. This one's never met her before, even if he's heard of her - advantages of the headspace - and he's trying to suss her out. He's having just as much success as his older self.]

Less than two minutes into the conversation and you know so.

Well, Doctor. Let's have your diagnosis.

[itsnotatrick]

Please. They're not aggravated. I can smell their amusement.

[theinfamous1412]

[ He's just casually leaning against a wall with his hands stuffed in his pockets and no trace of his face visible beneath his top hat. ]

Then your complaining probably won't get very far.

[womanwhobeatyou]

[She, on the other hand, is thoroughly enjoying having the upper hand over him. She tsks at his response.]

Don't spoil it, Mr. Holmes. The denouement is so much more satisfying with a little anticipation.

[itsnotatrick]

Better to keep quiet? Play nice?

[Guess who's not so good at that.

Also, he's eying this guy suspiciously. Not trying to get a look at his face, though. Not yet.]

[theinfamous1412]

I never said anything about playing nice.

'As Immovable as a mountain', isn't it?

[ He doesn't seem to be on his guard, but his shoulders are slightly more tense than strictly necessary as he is ready to move at the drop of a hat. ]

[itsnotatrick]

How much, exactly?

[womanwhobeatyou]

Does giving you a time matter, if your dear mundane hasn't even pinpointed a timeframe?

[itsnotatrick]

And as silent as a forest.

[Another little smile. He doesn't necessarily expect this boy to get the reference, but he's privately amused.]

[itsnotatrick]

They're narrowing it down.

[womanwhobeatyou]

Maybe I'll do the same when they have.

[Lies. So many lies.]

[myblogwonabafta]

You'll have to wait awhile. It's sort of a general thing, with you.

[theinfamous1412]

Fuurinkazan, the warrior's strategy that can also be applied in more... mundane situations.

[itsnotatrick]

And this from my 'friend.'

[myblogwonabafta]

You're using ironic quote again, aren't you? I can always tell.

[itsnotatrick]

I need paramaters--

[He's holding back because she's a largely unknown quantity, and because she's taking such obvious pleasure in his discomfort - but he speaks through clenched teeth, one hand curling into a fist, and then his shoulders tense up until the moment passes.]

Something more than an estimation.

[zordaar]

[A long, eloquent look, and then Sherlock rolls her eyes up to heaven- somehow managing to use every part of her body in the movement.]

Just marvellous.

[She doesn't like her younger self, and has decided to like this less.

She's apparently waiting for something.]