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[unpuzzling]

Hopefully, this will be important.

[leave all means of private IC contact here. as a warning, Sherlock has stupid texting habits like a teenage girl. be prepared for really ridiculous acronyms.]

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audio.

[grimmig]

[as much as he's loathe to admit it, the bitterness of it helps the ring of truth. it's likely accurate to think that Sherlock's stumble around the world without a single clue about themselves until they meet their Watson and realised, yes, I too could be a pathetic sheep and wander through these flocks and maybe I'll never follow the rest but I'll follow this one so I'll be heading in the right direction anyway. that the life of every Sherlock Holmes is built around that moment is an unsavoury fact, but one that Jim doesn't mind recognising given the hindsight of everything he knows. because the fact remains that if a Moriarty were to swoop in just a little sooner, lay its eggs and murder any pesky parasite that came to nibble away at the uncarved man to ~find the truth within~, any Holmes could be incubated into so much more.

but such is life. never seems to work out the way that's best. or perhaps it works out the way that's best for humanity, just not the way that's best for him. and the more time that passes, the more he talks to these familiar unfamiliars, the more it dawns on him from beneath a thick haze of what might have been (very good, Sherlock, nail on the head) that he barely even cares.

if Sherlock Holmes was born to be worthless, let him be worthless. it's no skin off Jim's back.]

True. True.

[in the privacy on his room, his face bends into mock regret despite the fact there's no eyes to see it.]

Unfortunately, I'm a compulsive eater. So the chances are I'll go for that pizza anyway.

audio.

[unpuzzling]

[What an unsurprising conclusion. Sherlock could say a great deal more about the matter, but he chooses not to. There is no arrangement here where he can lend Moriarty an understanding of the true wonder of Watson, and frankly, he isn't interested in offering her up (or him up) in such a way to make this man see that.

There's really no point to it.]

It's a good thing I believe myself to be a far greater man than simply pizza.

[An odd statement, to say the least.]

But the other Sherlock. He likely believes himself to be the same, but is too boring to be anything but. You're a match for him, I do believe.

audio.

[grimmig]

[the bites and bluster roll over like water off a duck's back. oh, these holmes. their patter, their ways of working things to suit their own dreary needs, their own elevated but still dangerously patterned thought trains. this Sherlock, at least, still humours him wonderfully: it's something to be appreciated. but it's nothing fresh, a bland sort of goading - recognisably Holmes.

fun enough to play along with. it's a dance he doubts he'll tire of until the repetition really makes it old, and since the music here is entirely different it shakes off that threat, pushes it back some.]

You do change your tune, Sherlock. First you're pizza, then you're not. First you're lacking, then you're greater. I'm starting to get whiplash. Do you want me on your tail or don't you?

[and then, because he's curious, because it'll inform the tone of these little detours:]

Did John tell you the story yet?

audio.

[unpuzzling]

To me, I changed nothing. [It's clipped and simple, direct enough.] And I gained enough information to be suitable. But I find myself lucky. Two Watsons as resources. [Resources. It's indicated for a reason. Not just to show his hand (he doesn't care about that), but to show that he's willing. He remembers the shock on John's face when he indicated that he would accept his offer for help.]

audio.

[grimmig]

Oh yes, oh yes. Two Watsons. Lucky, lucky.

[ he's all slimy sarcasm and empty enthusiasm, but underneath it he's gleaming. that's a few more players on the board, waiting for such a time as he decides to set the rules and start play. nice to know you're appreciated. ]

Always good to have your mascots on hand.