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[the-very-man.livejournal.com]

[referring to his diary as he writes]

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[sure-lock.livejournal.com]

[When he enters their shared quarters from his bedroom, he's only partially a mess - hair askew, but his clothes are all on, and properly buttoned. It's only when he catches a glimpse of himself in the plate glass of a window that he smooths his hair back into place.] Watson, working on those dreadful stories again, are you?

[the-very-man.livejournal.com]

Dreadful is a bit of a strong word- [He glances up, though, before going back to his scribbling.]

I do wish you'd give them some credit.

[sure-lock.livejournal.com]

I give credit merely where it is due. [He clears his throat as he turns his back to the other man, staring out the window and down into the street below.]

You embellish fact for entertainment - I do not see how I can call it anything but dreadful.

[the-very-man.livejournal.com]

I confess, Holmes, I embellish simply because I can't even begin to fathom your methods even after such exposure. I can scarecely imagine those with littler knowledge or understanding than I trying to make heads or tails of it all. I trust my trespasses shall be forgiven?

[sure-lock.livejournal.com]

They most certainly will not - I find no reason for you to be writing these stories and sending them for publication. It is one thing for you to chronicle our adventures for your own personal satisfaction [he pauses, crosses his arms over his chest and his tone takes on the same sort of childishness] but to exploit them for the general public?

[the-very-man.livejournal.com]

[He looks up again, obviously frowning.]

Holmes - Truly, had I any knowledge that you were so intently against their publications, I wouldn't have ever -

Typographical errors are unbecoming of Holmes :|

[sure-lock.livejournal.com]

[Sparing a glance over his shoulder, he turns back to the window with a frown tugging slightly at the corners of his lips.]

Wouldn't have ever written about them? Tut, no, you would've, but that is because you are precisely the type to need things laid out plainly. I do not grudge your desire to publish said stories, but the fact that you are quite fond of hyperbole.

We will just repost here. And we can pretend that nothing of the sort happened~

[the-very-man.livejournal.com]

Hyperbole!

Surely, I write precisely as I have experienced it.

And this is why you play Watson xD

[sure-lock.livejournal.com]

[That earns a snort from Holmes.]

Surely, you jest, Watson.

I am going to take that as a very extreme compliment.~

[the-very-man.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't see the amusement in the situation at all.]

I'm a doctor, not a writer, you can hardly accuse me of having the fancy of one.

'Tis a compliment <3

[sure-lock.livejournal.com]

[Now that he has started laughing, he cannot quite stop - it might be the residual cocaine affecting his brain, or the lack of sleep, but it takes him a moment to calm down. Turning back to Watson, he takes a few steps away from the window.]

And yet you are writing and thus a writer.

Hoorah. <3

[the-very-man.livejournal.com]

[It is entirely unreasonable and sensible logic. All Watson can do is sigh.]

I suppose you are right - Must you laugh so?

[sure-lock.livejournal.com]

[With a few, long strides, he's depositing himself on the sofa closest to the desk Watson is sitting at.]

You so regularly comment on my stoic demeanor in a negative way - am I bothering you this... afternoon, dear Watson?

[the-very-man.livejournal.com]

Forgive me, Holmes, I hadn't meant to come off in such a way.

[He closes the diary and sets aside the pen.]

It's entirely refreshing to see you enjoying yourself, though I do wish it was not at my own expense.

[sure-lock.livejournal.com]

It is not at your expense, not really. No.

[Leaning against the back of the sofa, he's calming down quite a bit as he reclines idly. Though he cannot sit still, sitting up again after a few moments.]

I'm merely restless today - has the post come, yet? Any calls for our services?

[the-very-man.livejournal.com]

Mrs. Hudson has left a few letters for you - Ah, here they are. Surely one of them may spark your interest.

[Sorting through a few letters, he hands them over to the other man, anxious to see if this evening will find them off on some mystery.]

[sure-lock.livejournal.com]

[Taking them with vaguely trembling fingers, he makes no mention of it as he opens the first letter. Reading it quickly, he frowns and sets it aside and does the same with the second.]

When will people realize that misplacing objects does not warrant a detective but a thorough house cleaning? I suspect there will be much of the same here...

[He does take the time to open each of the pieces of mail, squinting at one for a moment before nodding to himself.]

[the-very-man.livejournal.com]

Well, anything that suits you?

[sure-lock.livejournal.com]

We're to have a visitor, but not until tomorrow morning, so I suggest you clear your schedule. The others aren't even cases at all.

[the-very-man.livejournal.com]

Consider it cleared. Who is our visitor?

[sure-lock.livejournal.com]

Miss Harriet O'Brien - apparently her husband to be is not who he seems to be.

[the-very-man.livejournal.com]

[Alas, Watson has such a soft spot for women in need.]

Well, surely then you'll be able to assist her.

[sure-lock.livejournal.com]

[Indeed, Holmes has noticed.]

She requests your services, specifically, Doctor. Part of the issue apparently deals in the medical field.

[the-very-man.livejournal.com]

[He pauses, noticeably both flattered and mildly flustered by this.]

But why - Of course, I'll do my best to assist her as I may, but surely if he is leading some apparent double life, than that is far more your expertise.

[sure-lock.livejournal.com]

The manner in which he is leading a double life is cause for both of our involvement. But! That is for tomorrow.

[He pushes himself up and off of the sofa, abandoning the useless letters and pocketing the one he has decided to answer. Restless, he starts pacing behind the sofa slowly.]