Voice test, AWAYYY~

[holmesitter]

Your understanding of 'funny' is very different than mine.

[ How mature. ]

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[holmesitter]

Sherlock Holmes is one, don't need someone else putting Post-it jokes on my back, you know?

[ Not getting paid to deal with you, mun. ]

[hadbadays]

Sherlock Holmes.

[ Raises eyebrows.

So his mundane really meant it when she said...

Welp. ]

Right. Definitely not any different for me.

[holmesitter]

Heard of him? [ Although she doesn't really look surprised, he definitely knows how to stand out. Not in a good way either. ]

[hadbadays]

I, uhm... It's probably not... the same one, there are... several versions around this place, as insane as that sounds. From different... universes, worlds. But I live with one.

[holmesitter]

[ ... Just this look. ]

[hadbadays]

I know how it sounds. But-- Look.

Sherlock Holmes. Consulting detective, uses a method he calls the art of deduction, plays the violin to think, and seems to lack great knowledge of the human mind at the same time that he knows exactly how humans work.

Mostly the exceptionally clever humans, since I guess he is one himself. A constantly bored, seemingly mentally nine-year old clever human.

[holmesitter]

I...

[ The words slam into her head a bit too heavily. She flutters her eyes, giving the ground a hard of look of disbelief. It eases off, slowly becoming convinced to the point she tries to reply once again.

A hand is offered for a handshake and she feels the impulse to say: ] I'm Joan Watson.

[hadbadays]

[ Oh, god.

See, he's just reaching to grab that hand, but he just bursts out laughing instead because he doesn't know what else to do. Oh, god. ]

[holmesitter]

[ Meanwhile: EXCUSE ME, why are you laughing? ]

[hadbadays]

[ ksjdhgfh okay, he's got this. Clearing his throat, he briefly leans on his knees and rubs a hand over his face as he takes a few deep breaths. He just lost the ability to can, okay. ]

Sorry. I'm so sorry, I just...

[ Straightening up, he takes another deep breath and... let's do that handshake now? ]

It's just that I'm... John Watson.

[holmesitter]

Oh.

[ Oh. ]

The whole 'universes, worlds...' Right. [ And there she goes shaking his hand. John Watson's hand. Wow, what is going on?

Joan smiles, hinting there is a bit of humor hidden in there, somewhere. ]

'Definitely not any different,' you said?

[hadbadays]

[ Good, then he can smile back without it being sheepish or an inappropriate laughter. Joan Watson's hand. Right. ]

Yeah. Since I know exactly what he's like. Or somewhat, at least. Maybe he's a little different.

[holmesitter]

Yes, he...

[ Ah, she stops herself. ]

Client confidentiality, but I like to believe there's something more in common than the name.

[hadbadays]

[ Blink. Wait. ]

Client confidentiality?