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Hello, yes. You are me, and I am you.

Afternoon.

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[ Of course she has an inquiry but he should suspect that much already. ] What do you suppose my blood would look like under a microscope? [ Certainly it would look different. ]

It is difficult to say without seeing first hand. There are likely to be things that are similar  but the differences are likely vast. The arrangement of DNA strands, the multitude of them, given your different appearances.

Too many variables to make a proper deduction.

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greenwitchwimble replied to your post: #curious to know if sherlock likes icecream...

excuse private convo here.

nothing is private with a private detective excuse u

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youmaythinkyouknowme replied to your post: “Ugh."

{ crooks her finger at him. c’mere sherly c’mere. }

( he probably shouldn't allow himself to go so easily but he's so annoyed with the world that frankly, he simply does not care. a sigh escapes, closer to her now. ) -- Lilly.

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sighttouched replied to your post: “Ugh."

!!!

Honey.

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sound analysis;

In his own opinion, this entire feat was unnecessary.

Against his highly reasonable protests ( if one could call flat out refusing to comply and being entirely childish in the matter reasonable ) they insisted. They, being John, Lestrade, and Mrs. Hudson. While their concern was sentimental, and silently appreciated, he was mentally sound. At least, sound for him. Nevertheless, without this trip to America, he would be unable to continue doing that which made him feel alive: solving cases, catching killers. The one stimulant that was not illegal.

With that little fine print held in the air, Sherlock was hard pressed not to go, lest he continue his work secretively. That would not do well, however; not with his need for access, for knowledge. And so, he walked upon American sole, with one destination in mind. Dr. Lector seemed to have quite the reputation, even overseas; and while not one to have much interest in psychiatry ( though psychology, in itself, was fascinating ) if he was required to see one, it would at least be a person of competence.

Long, elegant fingers drummed against his thigh as he sat within the waiting room, as it were. A well decorated room, very warm, in a sense. Which was suitable, as it was made to be welcoming, and inviting, setting the predisposition before the initial visit. Clever.

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youmaythinkyouknowme replied to your post: It’s quite remarkable how easy it is to become...

"Take out?"

"Ah, yes. That would be...fine, actually."

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[he grasps two handfuls of Sherlock's coat, and yanks, pressing a firm kiss to his lips.]

( it happens so suddenly, he's genuinely at a loss for words. this very action shouldn't be possible, and yet there's no denying the weight of a stronger male figure in his visage on him.

though unpracticed, years of bred instinct take over easily enough, if only somewhat tentatively at first because what the fuck. once that notion leaves though, he seems all too willing to be surrounded in the strange sensation that is kissing. )

       --Ahem.