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[workaphilic]

[Sherlock has been keeping to himself. Experiments to run, theories to test, thoughts to be had. He knows how to keep himself busy when it's necessary.

Unfortunately, his new hermit lifestyle doesn't agree well with the high-energy, high-maintenance puppy that's been passed down to him. Walking Gladstone around the flat doesn't seem to be cutting it, and he has no concept of what to do to make it better.

So predictably, when the journal opens, it does so to absolute chaos.

It must have fallen or been thrown, because it catches the tail-end of a BANG. There's a far off groan of frustration, followed by the much-closer snuffling of a dog that's found something new to investigate.]

Stop it. Stop-- [There's a series of small yips as Sherlock stoops to pick the journal up off the floor...

... Followed by an awkward pause while he debates between slamming it shut for the sake of his dignity, and asking for the help he clearly needs.

Well, the castle's heard the worst part already, and he is desperate. He clears his throat.]

My dog [the words sound stilted even as they come out of his mouth, but he presses on like what he's about to say isn't patently ridiculous] has been... energetic, lately. Too much. Walking isn't enough, apparently, and since I'm not about to let him loose through the hallways, I need someone with a dog approximately the same size and age to give him something to do.

Bloodhound, three months. Let me know.

[And the journal shuts, dignity only mostly damaged.]

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[workaphilic]

[Sherlock lets her go. (Even if she doesn't come back, it wouldn't be hard to find her, and he could use the break.)

Gladstone whines and squirms more when he notices Sherlock isn't following, but he quiets down eventually. After all, adventure.]

[wolfchild]

[ She returns an hour later, a sleeping Gladstone in her arms. She hugs the puppy to her chest. ]

[workaphilic]

[Sherlock is there. Whether he waited the whole time or left and came back, it's hard to say.

He doesn't say anything. He's not about to jeopardize what he asked for in the first place. He holds his hands out to take Gladstone back.]

[wolfchild]

[ She doesn't hand him over. ]

Do you know how to look after a pup?

[workaphilic]

[His eyes narrow.]

Yes.

Now return him.

[wolfchild]

[ Not put off at all. ]

Will you be needing other times alone?

[workaphilic]

If I do, I'll handle it appropriately.

[wolfchild]

By passing him off?

[ She holds the puppy out. ]

[workaphilic]

[Sherlock takes him, a little more like snatching that strictly necessary. Gladstone barely stirs.]

It's no longer any of your concern.

[wolfchild]

[ She rolls her eyes. Poor pup. ]

You are such a child.

[ She heads for the stairs. ]

[workaphilic]

[He lets her go. Not as if it's the first time someone has called him that, and he has his dog back anyway, so win-win all around.]