IC Contact

[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]

[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.