notquiteheartless | Deduction 2

[They'd agreed to a week. A week without incident, of rest and recovery. Then, the unspoken half of it went, they would go their separate ways.

But after ten whole days without another word said about moving or kicking out...

The video feed kicks on in the early afternoon, aimed at one of the plain white walls of 2-21.]

This is unacceptable.

[Sherlock Holmes is back on his feet and physically feeling much better.

Sorry, Luceti.]

I need paint, wallpaper, and glue. Lots of all of it. Where can I find it?

Also. Regarding the hideously plain excuses for furniture in this flat-- There are obviously no cabs here, so I'm going to assume there are no trucks. How am I supposed to realistically re-furnish a flat? Surely in a place where wings are mysteriously attached to people, there is something better than just carting furniture almost a kilometre.

On a final note: If a human skull shows up in the item shop, it is mine. Return it to me at Community House 2, Room 21.

(Two edits:
A. the Imperial measurement is gone. Bad Lynn. No miles. Kilometres!
B. I spaced about the "only a mile wide" thing and was looking at the scale to try and figure it out. That's fixed in the entry too, now. Sorry about that.)

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[Sherlock takes a moment to look at the skull, even picking it up to inspect it.]

Very nice specimen.

But not mine. The jaw is longer than mine, and the forehead is not as wide.

You were nonspecific beyond 'human skull'.

[Adele quirks a brow and folds the cloth over, sliding it into her bag.]

If it is not to your liking I will return it from whence it came.

Others are looking for skulls, too.

Doctor Brennan mentioned a collection. It might be hers.

So the village is to be lousy with skulls, then? Lovely. [She shakes her head with a snort, shaking out the wrapping instead.]

Point me in her direction, and I shall deliver it to her, then.

[As if he would inflict you on someone he wants to make a good impression on, Adele.]

I would not want to trouble you with a task you do not like. [Since you obviously can't appreciate the thing of beauty that a skull is.] I can pass it on to her with your compliments.

I do not mind it if you are otherwise occupied.

[She's somewhat surprised they've managed to remain this civil for so long. It probably would not last.] As you will, then, Monsieur...?

[She never had caught his name that night, and has not attempted to sort it out since. She's been somewhat preoccupied.]

[He isn't going to insist. If she'd prefer to take it herself, he would simply apologise to Doctor Brennan later for sending her that way if she proved as annoying to the other woman as she was to him.]

Very well then, Doctor.

Good day.

[Why, yes. He is pretending he didn't catch her not-subtle fishing for a name.]

[Once again she shrugs and holds her hand out for the skull. Murray. If he did not want it, it was not going to work. A shame, but. At least she'd managed a civil conversation, however short.]

The same to you Professeur échalas.

[Sherlock hands the skull back.

Hopefully this doctor was competent enough to manage to get the skull to Doctor Brennan or whomever was missing it without chipping or breaking it.]

[Adele takes it back and wraps it once more, brow slightly quirked.]

And where is it I might find this Doctor Brennan?

[...Nope, not even bothering to hide the slight eye roll.]

I'm certain you're clever enough to think of something.

And I am certain you are smart enough to realize being an insufferable ass the entirety of your stay will not do you many favors while locked here. Then again, you do not care.

[A faint shake of her head, and into her bag the wrapped skull goes.]

Apathy is the first step to complacency. A terrible fate for someone of your apparent intellect.

[Aw. Look. A lecture.

He's gotten how many of those? Far too many to count.]

This is dislike. Not apathy. You should probably learn the difference.

The expressions of the arrogant all look the same to me by this point. Dislike, apathy, idiocy, madness.

[She shrugs and turns to make her way back down.]

You will not listen, and you will not care. But I would not recommend going out after dark. At least not alone. Tell the same to your associate.

[If "dislike," "apathy," "idiocy," and "madness" all look the same to her... He pities her patients.

And as for listening... Well.]

Careful with your friend. [It's almost a genuine warning. ...Except he knows she won't listen, and that's her own fault. He's speaking to her back, but it will be said.] He won't bite the hand that feeds him-- he'll tear the throat out and devour you as you die.

[Melodramatic? Well, yes. But the Holmes men are. And he punctuates the last word by not slamming his door but snapping it shut.]

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