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@milesholmes-blog
╳ ┆Miles had been playing with toy trucks behind Uncle Sherlock’s sofa---the first time he’d been inside the flat---when he saw the other boy come near him. “I’m hiding. Don’t tell my Daddy I’m in here, okay?”
@i-am-hamishwatsonholmes
poxsonmenace:
“—Mhh maybe because daddy dearest, wouldn’t approve OF your INTERACTION. It’s almost funny, how,” he smacked HIS LIPS, as he sought IN pretence, the word he wanted to use. “PROTECTIVE, he gets when he fears the CORRUPTION OF INTELLIGENCE.” Mumbled he, not at all CONVINCED BY the man’s OBLIVIOUS facade.”
╳ ┆The mention of his father STUNG---he wouldn’t have expected Moriarty to hit above the belt, like a decent human being, but still. If he were the average edgy 20-something, he’d get all riled up; alas, logic influenced him more than anything. He wanted Moriarty out of his sight, so the best thing to do was comply. “You wanna keep GOING ON about it that way, I won’t tell you a damn thing.” He took a drag from his cigarette, scrutinizing the other man. “I’ve got the information you requested. And I know where that imbecile’s keeping the MONEY, too.”
talestobetold:
“ yeah, i love cheese toasties too but.. well, i was afraid they’d get like, damp or something. “ she chuckles, “ so what are you up to? you wanna go to picadilly or somethin’? they’ve opened up the lego store there, looks kinda cool. “
╳ ┆CHEESE TOASTIES. Yeah, he’d never get used to the way people talked around here. “I was just about to sit around and NOT do my homework, but that sounds like a much better idea. Shall we?”
notyouraveragesecretary:
She knows better than to buy his temper tantrum, considering he’s the child of the drama queen himself. That, and Anthea doesn’t deal with children well at all, never have. “Stop whining,” she says, “I’m not one of those ordinary people it works on. You sound just like your father, I ought to give you pie to shut you up.”
╳ ┆This was part of the reason why he LIKED her---why his dad had kept her on so long. She’d never been the ideal babysitter in his childhood, but she’d always been quite FUN. In fact, he’d like to think it was Anthea more than anyone else who had primed him for treating strong women the right way. “You gave my Dad pie?” Miles blinked. Then, his face contorted into a bit of a frown. “Might as well have told me you screwed him. Keep that kind of stuff to yourself, yeah? Just answer the question. PLEASE? I’ll grovel.”
notyouraveragesecretary:
“I’m deflecting,” she counters, shifting her weight from foot to foot, “Considering the social implications of you asking my marital status would be inappropriate.”
╳ ┆He sighed, in faux exasperation. “This isn’t SOCIETY, nothing social about this. Just me asking you a question.” Miles rolled his eyes, theatrically. “You don’t even know what I’m asking for. Don’t DEFLECT my questions. It hurts.” With that, he looked down at his feet and did his best to look quite pitiful. ( It was obviously a shit show. )
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╳ ┆“That’s not an ANSWER, Anthea. Are you regressing?” Miles was just messing about, of course, but he wouldn’t let her know that, not until he’d had some FUN. “Old is a relative term, you know.”
talestobetold:
“ i bought you some sandwiches from speedy’s! “ rosamund chimes, a plastic bag full of sandwiches in hand; her little weekend job had some perks, “ i didn’t know what you’d want so i kind of got everything. “
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╳ ┆“Uh, thanks Rosie. I’m sure Dad’s going to love these.” Miles carefully placed the sandwiches in his backpack, as to preserve her feelings; it was something he’d have to continue practicing. “I’m a grilled cheese person, for future reference.”
poxsonmenace:
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“—Don’t play coy WITH me, PLAYING coy IS for SISSIES.”
╳ ┆Obviously, he knew quite well what Moriarty wanted. That didn’t mean he was going to admit to it so easily---. “Why the HELL would I need to play coy around you? I’ve told you, I don’t know what you’re talking about, man.”
sciarius:
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there is this part of S deep down that doesn’t want to be here. questioning the residents of the building. but he knows that he needs to be. needs to be here asking questions to know more about what happened. who could of possible killed the residents just a few doors down. sea blue hues slowly drift up to this stranger, licking over the chapped skin of his lower lip; rolling lips together over those small punctures that he so wishes to hide. ❝ thank you, ma’am. ❞ S. is slow to step through the door &&. into the room before his attention finds her again. ❝ well uhm… no ma’am. they are dead. i’m just here to ask you about them. if anything strange has happened down that way over the last few days. ❞
&& “It’s my pleasure, Detective.” She doesn’t know if she’s being genuine, but she’s not sure that it really matters. There is a wave of panic that hits her at the words “they are dead,” but she recovers quickly---there’s no telling if she hid it well enough, though. She’s almost positive---well, she genuinely thinks...well, she’s not sure, but she doesn’t want it to have anything to do with her. This is why she can’t be kept away from her work for so long: her brain becomes idle, and she starts dreaming up the wildest things to make up for the lack of fingers tapping against a screen or keyboard. As she closes the door, tentatively, Artemis gestures to the sofa, which is the centerpiece of the room. “Feel free to take a seat. I’d ask if you want refreshments, but it seems like you’re in a hurry---personally, I haven’t been out of the apartment much, so I haven’t noticed anything. I’m not even around here often normally. But I did meet all of my neighbors, briefly, and I think I can help you with something.”
wrcnss:
he took his bottle of water before taking a large sip from it, shrugging in reply to the girl. “ i am yeah, when girls aren’t snapping at me because they think i’m staring at them—-which i was not by the way. ” he pointed out simply, not that he even cared at this stage if she thought so or not. he checked his watch, humming in thought. “ i’ll be done in… 20 minutes, give or take. ” he stated casually.
she could feel apologetic. it’s not on the agenda, though---her mood has been bolstered, though she’s cooling off by the second. even if she doesn’t want to admit that she’s behaving unfairly, she won’t hesitate to adjust her behavior, however slowly. “that’s all you had to say---and i’m a woman, not a girl. you’re behind me in the stages of maturity, remember?” artemis rolls her eyes. “look, i take that back. i may or may not be new to this whole vacation thing, and i’m on edge. my apologies.”
denvercllhn:
“Call me out to someone who cares for it since I certainly don’t.” Denver said in a disinterested tone, not even bothering to look in her direction. Of course it was immature, but he couldn’t give less of a shit about his behaviour or his first impressions.
leave it to arti to find the other asshole in the hotel. it’s not that big of a deal, not really---or, at least, it wasn’t until he dismissed her concerns. she’s used to getting what she wants, and she almost doesn’t react well. but then, she decides to take the calm route. “so, you’re the typical reckless bad boy who does douchebag things just because he can. very original.”
mxrciers:
waving off the other’s apology, claudette shakes her head. “nah, don’t be daft.” she grins. “i’d probably jump to the same ones. no one likes being stared at.” being the centre of attention has never been claud’s forte. she doesn’t mind letting her big personality loose from time to time but she doesn’t like drawing the focus of just anyone. “plus if i were you’d i’d be sweating buckets and red as a tomato; at least you have the benefit of looking good when you work out.” the brunette adds with a warm laugh. “nice to meet you arti. i’m claudie.”
arti reset the machine and stepped down, grabbing her bottled water from the container in the handlebars. “oh, stop it, you’re going to embarrass me.” she’s only kidding, of course, and it’s clear in her rare, playful tone. “i’m sure you’d be a great-looking tomato, if that helps.” arti chuckles and offers her hand. “a pleasure to meet you, claudie. were you about to start your workout?” she needs a workout buddy, and she’s not sure when she’s going to have another positive interaction.
mariebellegarde:
“how did you manage that? it doesn’t even move. you sit on the seat, and you pedal.” marie gestured a bit helplessly to the machine, which was usually their go-to fitness option when they weren’t running, swimming, or required to do some more specific regimen. “i’m sure you’d be fine. it must have been only an accident.”
indeed, it’s not her proudest moment, so she hesitates---but then she remembers that she’s not supposed to be uptight, and she lets an amused smile spread across her lips. “the straps on the pedals were broken, but i didn’t notice. needless to say, i started peddling and i awkwardly tumbled over the side and---yeah, i’m a klutz.” she regards the bike with some comic reluctance. “wanna give it a go with me?”
nadyaisms:
“wow, i wouldn’t have guessed,” she said, genuinely surprised, “i mean that’s awesome, but i guess you don’t see that many chick executives these days.” she shook her head slightly at the girls guess, “no, i’m from new york, i was an art student, i think that’s the exact opposite of anything business related.”
she’s used to that; there aren’t many 20-somethings in the same spot as her, but, for some reason, arti’s inner circle sometimes makes her forget that it isn’t the norm. “nope, not much girl power out there. it’s happening, though, slowly but surely.” arti quirks her brows. “you were an art student? what kind of art? what happened? i mean, only if it’s not too... you know.” she can barely hide her childish giddiness.
grant--johnson:
“Sure you are. You keep telling yourself that. Maybe you should tell people your name then.” He laughed again at her continued denial. “Well if that’s the case, I feel really bad for you. You’ve been taken. You hardly seem like a pet since I’m sure they’d have explained everything, and if you paid the exorbitant price they charge for a bagel, you’re a bigger fool than I thought.”
“if you’d have just asked, you would know.” she’s not usually so protective over her name---if she doesn’t do something dishonorable to it, the media will twist it, anyhow---but she finds it to be fitting, even amusing, under the circumstances. “well, you’ve got me there, inspector gadget.” and then he says the thing about bagels, and she reacts in the nerdiest way---she laughs, in spite of herself. “wait. you think i’m a fool? where’d that come from?”
mxrciers:
she has been staring. though not for the reason that she’s being called out on; and the fact that her watching has been noticed is positively mortifying. heat rising in her cheeks, claudette swallows thickly and shakes her head. “no, no you’re not-” exhaling slowly, she wrinkles her nose, cringing in embarrassment. “honestly i just couldn’t help but notice how pretty you are.” she doesn’t mean anything by it; she just notices these things about people. the little details are most important to her.
unadulterated flattery is probably one of arti’s favorite things. she’s heard lewd comments, crude comments, but very rarely has she heard something so pleasant. honestly, she wasn’t aware that someone could call anyone attractive without potentially offending them in some way. “that’s really sweet,” artemis amends, with a pleasant smile. “you’re not too bad yourself. i’m arti, by the way, and, if you haven’t noticed, i have this knack for jumping to conclusions. so, that’s my way of saying i’m sorry.”