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[workaphilic]

[There are a lot of things he could take away from the past week. A lot of things he has taken away. But there's only one that's worth mentioning publicly on the journal with the amount of urgency he's displaying now.]

I want to learn how to do that. [A beat. Clarifying:] The magic. It doesn't have to be that exact type, I'm not picky. I don't care about anything advanced, it just makes things easier.

If you'll teach, I'll pay you. I don't care. Just as long as it's quick.

[A pause. His pen taps restlessly.]

If your instinct is to tell me it can't be done, go away. I'm not talking to you.

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[indirectcause]

[Eventually if you hit him with the idiot stick long enough he picks up on things]

Did you have fake memories with it? Because I think that might be an important part.

[No Ben, you were just BAD AT IT]

[workaphilic]

I'm not expecting to be at the same skill level immediately. [That's a yes.] But I was advanced for my age. I remember that.

[indirectcause]

[He does not have that much faith in you Sherlock. He thinks that maybe you'e going to explode a large part of the castle]

If you say so, man.

[workaphilic]

[He sounds amused.]

The concern is touching.

[indirectcause]

Just saying, this kind of stuff can be dangerous. [Because even if he DOES find the guy creepy as hell, Ben can't wish harm on the guy]

[workaphilic]

That's what makes it fun.

[indirectcause]

...Wherever you get your kicks, man.

[workaphilic]

Wish I could say I'd get an honest kick out of it, but I don't know how likely that is.

[indirectcause]

Is there anything you actually enjoy? [At least it's an honest question, he's not trying to be a dick about it. Sherlock what do yo even do for fun you weirdo]

[workaphilic]

Oh, plenty.

[A beat, for effect. And to decide to what extent to push Ben's buttons.

Then, cheerfully:]

I always enjoy a good pair of eyes, for example. Nightmare trying to get them, all those stupid people poking their fingers all around, but it's worth it to get them intact and undamaged.

[indirectcause]

[You're an asshole and he maybe hates you, he can't decide. He'll just exhale, he's not sure if Sherlock's being serious or not]

Eyes. Sure, right. Do you keep them in jars or something? Sort them by colour?

[workaphilic]

Only if color is relevant. Usually it isn't, but it's been known to happen.

Usually I keep them in jars and rotate them through the refrigerator.

[indirectcause]

...Fucking hell, man, I wasn't being serious.

Why do you even- No. No I decided I don't want to know.

[workaphilic]

[Sherlock actually laughs. Briefly, but he does.]

I get them from a morgue. All of them come from people who chose to donate their bodies to science.

[indirectcause]

...Great. I'm sure you have a lot of fun with your collection of human eyes.

[workaphilic]

Oh, I've hardly a collection. Not that lucky. I make do, though.

[indirectcause]

...When it comes to eyes, if you've got more than two, I think it counts as a 'collection'.

[workaphilic]

Only if I keep all of them.

[indirectcause]

What would you even do with them if you don't keep them? Give them away as gifts?


...Please, God, don't give them away as gifts.

[workaphilic]

What? No.

[From his perspective, he is not the weirdo in this conversation.]

I use them to get the information I need, and then I dispose of them.

[indirectcause]

[Sherlock you keep EYES IN A JAR]

And you get information out of eyeballs?

[workaphilic]

I get information from my experiments. Sometimes with eyeballs.

[indirectcause]

So you're a scientist. Like a doctor or something? [Because that would explain so much in way that doesn't make Sherlock look like a crazy guy]

[workaphilic]

[No such luck.]

I'm a consulting detective.

[indirectcause]

[What the everloving fuck]

And you need to do experiments for that?