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iq—187:

_{♟ —       ❝Considering seven hours is only 29% of the twenty four hour day, and my coffee cup count is edging on four — Well —❞} 

             _{❝Technically we could, but a coupling of heightened minds like our own, plus the conflict in our areas of occupation, I can’t imagine a union would work out —❞} 

              _{❝— — Besides, not —— my type, and certainly not why I’m here.❞}  

     ”Bloody hell—” John stops, takes a deep, calming breath— he knows he’s being a little over-dramatic, but you can’t blame him. Last time he slept had been two days ago. 

     ”I—” He stops once again.

     ”You have… a type?” That bit was definitely new information. Brand new information; information even Sherlock hadn’t deduced yet— or, shared, yet. 

     ”That much is obvious— you’re here for the case. Why else would you be here?”

_{♟ —       Words which leapt from his tongue, understandably, may have derailed any sense of romanticism in the eyes of his newer acquaintances. That, however, to this day, did not halt the pinch of his brows at the apex of his forehead, a quirk of his lower lip.}

    _{❝Genius level intelligence doesn’t alter my biological instincts, Mr. Watson –❞ Through his nose, exhaled a breath inflected with a scarce laugh, ❝—- By the look of it, and the intonation of your question, human nature surprises you – in my case, at least.❞}

    _{❝–Autograph, maybe? Americans come across news stories overseas more often you might think, and Sherlock Holmes’ name has been front page for – weeks now. Elusive, unstable detective resurrected from his own demise —— all with no leads or understanding as to how he pulled it off.❞}

                   _{❝Can’t help a guy to be curious.“}

                         _{❝—- I am here for the case, by the way. Part of the job description, filling in blanks other people can’t, what have you.❞}