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Awfully bold of you to jump right in at the deep end, Mun, making out you know exactly what you're doing. But keep that excitement of yours to a low simmer; you don't want to come off too eager... that never gets my girls what they want right away.

Oh - don't worry about a thing. You're a quick learner, I can tell we're going to get along wonderfully, you, and I, and all your little playthin--

Playmates.

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Oh. Ohohoh. You're biting.

[oh it's him.] A man like you should handle more than just biting.

Usually my invitations are embossed, you know.

Or covered in body fluid, one or the other.

Audacious.

You know he won't answer invitations. Or texts. He's a very naughty boy.

Is that why you like him?

"Like" is oh so a very strong word. I prefer to think him adequately entertaining.

Is that why you like him?

And you're used to having what you prefer. I know you.

I like having my things stay where I've left them. It sounds like a conflict of interest.

Well, I never! But really, darling, you might have the leash but I have the collar.

And we all know how he looooves playing fetch.

Skipping right ahead to the toys.

He would look fetching, fetching. But that wagging tongue can ruin a mood - can't overlook that.

There is such an easy fix to the great mouth detective.

I really oughtn't let my imagination wander when it comes to you two.

Naughty, naughty girl.

[He doesn't answer. Not immediately.

Though it isn't a text and she hasn't asked for dinner.]

I think playthings was likely the most accurate descriptor.

[who invited jim]
[and is it because they love me]

Sherlock. [it's nearly a purr, and she slips her hand into her pocket immediately to text blindly but with perfect accuracy at him, ask me to dinner, kind of hoping his phone is in his pants and set to vibrate]

Your powers of deduction told you that. [yes Sherlock she does include you] Aren't you glad to see me?

[in typical fashion Jim invited himself but you are definitely loved baby]

[He pulls his phone from his breast pocket, glances at it, then replaces it.]

Why eat if I'm not hungry?

I wasn't expecting you. From her least of all.

[My doesn't he look the picture of calm. He always was a good liar.]

You're never hungry. [this lightly, affectionate--she's moving over to him to enter his personal space bubble and they're in his flat at 221b because fight me, leaning up to whisper near his ear]

She's surprised you. Is it a nice surprise?

[He makes a noise that is neither confirmation nor denial, but he's dressed in his very best and he's tapping his bow against his foot, legs crossed, looking sideways at her.]

I'm sure she's pleased. I'm not so easily swayed.

[and he looks so sharp in those clothes, she plays fingertips along one sleeve plucking at imaginary lint, a boldly irrelevant excuse for touch.]

I always did think all you needed was a little training.

Mmm, too bad I'm self taught.

You're not too old a dog to teach new tricks to, Holmes.

[hiiiiiiii]

Sherlock. No one likes a puppet who can see his own strings.

[Speak of the devil...]

All the better to cut them. Just to spite the puppet master.

My, my, I do enjoy your dance as much as the next man -- well, maybe a little more -- but surely you'll want to consider the consequences. Before. Spiting. Me.

Set up a little game for me? A little fall?

Interesting how it just doesn't quite stick, isn't it?

There's more than one death a man can suffer.

But that would be boring, Jim. Because this isn't about them.

It's about You. And Me.

Glad you see it my way.

[Really? Another one?]

Out and about again, are we?

[aallll the Adlers!]

John. You don't sound happy to see the competition.

I'm not--

[Yeah, that won't do him much good. So, he just sighs heavily, and moves on.]

Fine, okay. Well. I s'pose you've seen the others somewhere 'round here?

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