63!'d and I DON'T KNOW WHAT I AM DOING.

[underweared]

Look at you fret, tut-tut.

I see some difficulty and that's a large chunk of 'fun time' you're wiping out of the schedule. There are things to do, a life to l i v e~ [ A humorous fluctuation at that last bit. Do-ho. ]

Comments

[zordaar]

Naturally.

[That's distinctly reserved, even absent—something to say while she's staring at her.]

[deducive]

[ and the abyss gazes back, naturally. she doesn't flinch. wastes no time in deducing what she can of this other Sherlock. ]

And the world does turn.

[ a beat. ]

Problem?

[zordaar]

Seventeen. [A beat; Sherlock wrinkles her nose, twitches her upper lip, reconsiders.] Sixteen.

Oh, well. Careful you don't wilt her, you'd apparently spoil the fun for all of us.