( voice test ; canon: elementary )

[cogitates]

It's perfectly reasonable to remain silent while you-- [Handwave.] Dilly about on this pointless escapade.

Regardless of the the fact I'm in your head, you could not possibly think you know enough of anything-- let alone me -- to continue this in any accurate form.

In lieu of not adhering to my request, you are met with a resounding silence.

[A pause. Because this is quite the opposite. He exhales, giving an annoyed look.]

Obviously that does not include-- [Another gesture to encompass this place.]

This.

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[espigeonage]

[Uh huh. Since his mun doesn't seem bored yet, after a moment Yuuya starts preening his feathers. Birds have that ability to vocalize clearly with their beaks full, so this doesn't stop him.]

Ignoring me isn't bad either! More difficult faced with some, but I don't lay wing on people without a better reason than that. Maybe it'll work! If you end up somewhere anyway hopefully that will be remembered, but somehow...

[Whups, there's a beep from his phone, an iPod clone made for birds. Yuuya answers it with "Salut!" and chatters into it in Japanese about maid cafes.]

[cogitates]

I totally agree.

[He only stops when the bird stops talking to him to answer his pad. Sherlock does not remember taking peyote.]

[espigeonage]

[Yuuya makes a shh! shut up! flapping go-away gesture with his free wing, generating a brief breeze. He sounds happy and careless and chatty, still, but the gesture suggests otherwise.]

[He also has a concealed handgun-made-for-birds whose position he checks in what he thinks is a subtle way, with the leading edge of one wing.]

[cogitates]

[And this is where Sherlock is peacing the fuck out.]