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Hello, I s'pose. I'm Quinn, uh, Lestrade. Yeah, bit of an odd sort, my family. Don't lump me in with 'em, though. I'm not quite as loud. If you wanna talk t' me, I guess that it's fine. M'not really all that interesting, though. [Quinn is an OC mostly Sherlock fandom rp blog but we'll talk to anyone. A Lestrade kid. Face claim is Louis Tomlinson. Gifs and all that probably aren't mine. A little disclaimer/warning; Quinn is incredibly self destructive, and there may be triggering things on here sometimes.]

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Hush, hush, it's okay No more waking up today. Just sleep, sweet prince, and come away, to never wake another day--

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Trace looked at his jeans and then at Quinn’s before making up his mind. Quinn’s were already messed up so a little more paint wouldn’t hurt. Quick as he could he reached out and wiped his hand on his brother’s knee. “No you may not paint my hair.” He purposefully ignored what Quinn was trying to say in order to conserve some of his sanity.

"And while, as always, you have quite a way with words… Thank you." Trace smiled as he moved back into his original position, sprawled out on the couch. "Maybe soon you’ll get to meet him. I think you’ll like him. He’s… well, he’s wonderful."

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"It's not paint, Tracey. It'd dye. There's a huge difference." He said, raising a brow as Trace wiped the dye off of his hand and onto Quinn's jeans. He laughed, wringing his own fingers into the throw blanket that had been cast aside in their little tussle. He yanked it up, tossing it over the back of the couch and out of reach. He didn't need anything to touch, he was surprisingly good, and he crossed his legs over one another, stretching again.

"You're not gonna get super sappy on me, are you?" Quinn asked, raising a brow at the downright nauseatingly sweet and loving tone that his brother spoke with. "I mean, I get it if you're smitten but goddamn you went fuckin' gooey on me." He was still mostly teasing- it was good to know that there was at least someone that his brother could open up to. The same could really be said about him, but he just liked to ignore things like that and focus on other people. Like Ian, who apparently made his brother disgustingly, wonderfully happy. "Not sure I wanna meet 'im. I might turn to pure sugar at the sight of you two together."

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"Good!" Trace said before rolling his eyes at his brother’s informed him he wouldn’t be stopping. "I’ll have you know there’s nothing wrong with sending pictures to your boyfriend." But even as he said that he felt the tips of his ears getting hotter and the color rising up in his cheeks. "Oh god." He moaned covering his ears and dramatically banging his head against the back of the couch. "Please shut up." He begged.

He glared at Quinn as he sat up. “Enough with the Ian thing or I’ll give you so many details that bleach won’t be enough to wipe them away.” He promised. “As for me I’ve been busy trying to get an internship in-” He broke off as he saw Quinn’s evil smile and his purple fingers. “Fuck! My ears are purple, aren’t they?” He asked, resigned to his fate as he raised his hand to see that they were in fact purple.

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"Maybe a little." Quinn wiped his own fingers on his pants, most of the color coming off onto the already dark fabric. It wouldn't visibly stain, but he didn't really care anyway. "It comes off after a few days if you use hot water. I only dyed it yesterday. Purple's pretty new. It was red!" He laughed again, tipping himself backward into the couch and sighing as he reached down to pet the top of Greer's head. "You should let me do yours. Blue or something. That is your favorite color, right?" He waggled his eyebrows again, making sure Trace could infer exactly what he was talking about.

"Anyway, your sex life isn't vanilla. Who care. Neither is mine! If it was, I would be sorely disappointed in you, though, because you are too cool for fuckin' vanilla okay. And this is my roundabout what of saying I'm happy for you. So yeah." He reached out with both arms, offering his brother a two thumbs up as he stretched, back arching as he sat back up.

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They didn’t say anything while they were in the elevator, and they were in silence until they got to the hotel bedroom. Jaycee unlocked the door, and let Quinn in, before closing the door and locking it. Cocking a brow, he spoke, “So, wha’ do ya’ think is a fair price? I wouldn’ want to land up owing you.” He was aware that he made Quinn sound like a hooker, but he didn’t care, he said it because it was amusing.

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Quinn followed, still silently walking in Jaycee's shadow. He watched, eyes hard, as the older man unlocked the door and let them inside. He pressed back into it as soon as it was shut and latched, eyes finally flicking up to meet Jaycee's gaze. He shrugged, tipping his head to one side.

"Take whatever you want. I don't really give a fuck." He said evenly, ice edging into his tone as he tracked Jaycee's movements almost defiantly.

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He laughed at his brother’s useless attempts to break free from his hold. “I’ll just wipe it off on your shirt. You won’t even notice the new stain.” Trace responded as he purposefully spread his fingers and made sure to touch as much hair as possible.

He quickly recoiled, letting go off Quinn, as soon as he felt his little brother’s tongue across his arm. “Ugh! You are absolutely disgusting.” He exclaimed wrinkling his nose and quickly wiping his arm against the couch. “You deserve what you saw.” He stated with a glare. As amusing as Quinn’s traumatized state was, Trace was not at all happy with the cause for it. Those texts and pictures were private! “But I guess I could have been a bit more forthcoming with information. Just a bit, mind you.” He conceited. “Any questions you still have, oh great detective, or has all your curiosity been settled?” He snarked with an amused quirk of his lip.

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"I don't want to know anything else about you two ever. Now I know how you feel whenever I spout off shit about myself. Not gonna stop, but now I can appreciate just how much it disturbs you. At least I don't take dick pics, though." Quinn grinned again, settling back into the couch triumphantly. Trace always let go when bodily fluids were introduced. Which, in retrospect, was probably a good thing, but Quinn was gonna use it to its full advantage while he could. "Speaking of, I do need to get laid sometime soon. It's been, like, three weeks." He waggled his eyebrows at his brother, evil grin back in place.

"So what have you been doing besides Ian? Or well. I guess he's doing you- stopping that right there before I need the brain bleach again. Do you even know how much I drank to get that image out of my head?" He shuddered, running his hands through his hair to smooth it back into place. It went obediently as always and he smiled at Trace again, displaying purple fingers and motioning for his brother to check his own.

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Goodbye friends-

I will be here drawing yes okayokay gimme a sec to set up.

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Trace chuckled and quickly covered his face with his arm to protect himself from his brother’s assault. “You, shrimp, are a little shit.” He laughed as he quickly sat up but wasn’t quick enough to avoid his brother’s second pillow. “You are going to pay for that.” He promised with a wide smile before the rest of what Quinn said registered.

"You are doomed!" He cried moving quickly, before Quinn could get away from him and grabbed him in a headlock. "Why were you going through my phone in the first place, you nosy brat?" He asked as he made a fist and brought it to Quinn’s head. "And tell the truth." He chuckled as he started to mess with Quinn’s hair, keeping his hold on his brother tight enough to prevent him from escaping.

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"Fuck yeah I am." Quinn retorted to the little shit comment. He always had been and always would be, of that he was sure. He tried to struggle away as Trace advanced, but he wasn't quick enough. Greer skittered off the couch and away, hiding under it. "Traitor!" He wheezed at her, breath coming in gasps because of the force of his laughter and the headlock. "I hope you get purple dye all over your hands." Quinn deadpanned as Trace's fingers ran through his hair. It was still very freshly dyed and it would bleed if you weren't careful.

"I was just curious! You're so secretive about this oh-so-cool boyfriend and I've not even met him! And you've met Nat! Nat!" He punctuated his somewhat teasing, somewhat serious screeching with a lick to Trace's arm, tongue rolling against the skin. "I hope you have nightmares involving me and what I've seen on your phone. I need brain bleach, Trace. Brain. Bleach. My eyes will never be the same."

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