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[canenotneeded]

I understand that this is new and exciting for you, Mun, and that you're getting very attached to your new fandom, but does this hunt for--what do you call it? Right. "Fanfiction". Do we really need to continue this?

The ideas it's giving you are...worrying.






Stop smiling like that. [:|]

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[canenotneeded]

[SIGH. A MILLION SIGHS]



Because, Sherlock. I wouldn't want people writing those things even if they were true, and I'm not comfortable with people assuming things about my private life because someone with a keyboard is letting their fantasies go a little too far.

[consultingsociopath]

People seem to have been assuming things from day one, but I still don't see why it matters.

[canenotneeded]

...Why have they been assuming things from the start? That's not usual, you know.

[consultingsociopath]

It may have something to do with the fact that I've never been able to tolerate anyone being around me that much before. People tend to read into things like that.

[canenotneeded]

[Ah. That. That's...very.

Effective at soothing some of his frustration, if nothing else]

I just don't know what is so hard about not assuming that people who get on well with each other are involved.

[consultingsociopath]

I think the assumption is that I couldn't tolerate anyone without the additional chemical benefits of sex.

...Or rather, that nobody could tolerate me.

[canenotneeded]

[Snorts. HOW IS THIS HIS LIFE?]

Oh, well, if I knew requesting sexual favors was an option...

[consultingsociopath]

It isn't. If I had to exchange sexual favours for exhibiting whatever the definition of 'impoliteness' is on any given day, I'd never get anything else done.

[canenotneeded]

Joking. I was joking. Of course it isn't an option, Christ.

[consultingsociopath]

...And I was replying in kind. I am capable of it, you know.

[He wasn't joking about the other part, though. Really. He wouldn't get a damn thing done; it would be a nightmare.]

[canenotneeded]

I know, I know. I just--



Right, well. Nothing to be done about any of it, I suppose.

[consultingsociopath]

I think those stories have begun to effect your mind.

[canenotneeded]

My mind is fine, I assure you.

[It's just...home to a few more images than usually]

UGH, TYPOS. I need a paid a/c RIGHT THE HELL NOW. :|

[consultingsociopath]

Are you sure? You do look rather stressed.

I know bb. I know :|

[canenotneeded]

I'm fine, Sherlock. Perfectly fine.

[He'll be better if CERTAIN MUNS WOULD CUT IT OUT]

I'll get one tomorrow. Will probs set the computer on fire accidentally if I try tonight.

[consultingsociopath]

[He does not believe you, John. And he does not appreciate being held responsible for his wicked mun's dirty reading habits. That is not his fault, thank you.]

XDDD Oh bb. Please don't die. Cover all sharp corners and hem your GD pants

[canenotneeded]

[But you aren't discouraging it are you, you git?]



...what?

I can't help being short! Alas, Sherlock got all the legs in this relationship.

[consultingsociopath]

[NOBODY LISTENS TO HIM. Anyway, it is also in part instructive, and anything he deems irrelevant later can always be deleted.]

You usually look less irritable when you're fine. I can tell the signs.

[canenotneeded]

...Of course you can. Right, well.

I am. Or will be. Nothing to worry about.

[consultingsociopath]

[He does not believe a word of it, but he's not going to press. ...Any further. ...Today.]

...Right.