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[confidente]

[ There is relatively loud exclamation of surprise in the background when the journal opens (or is knocked open, you never really know with it) followed by some more sounds, distress mostly and growing anger--what you would generally expect from a person who found something they were certainly not expecting. ]

Sherlock! [ It's faint at first, but the anger is unmistakeable when a door is slammed shut hurriedly. ]

Sherlock!

[ John marches into the kitchen, wrapped in his bathrobe, barely wet hair clinging to his forehead as it furrows in frustration. This is the last straw. He's had it. Little things have been nagging at him for weeks, little stupid things that didn't deserve more than a stern discussion (another chemical stain in the kitchen table, lungs where the leftovers used to be, waking up at two am to hammering--stupid things that are simply apart of living with Sherlock Holmes). ]

There are bees in the bathroom! The bloody--Why are there bees in the bathroom, Sherlock?


(ooc; open journal wise. they may both reply, if they feel so inclined. I WELCOME ALL THE THREAD JACKING.)

Comments

[gevurah]

[ She's not really at the point yet where she's offended. ]

Has nothing to do with incapability or not; some residents tend to not use them. [ She doesn't really like to herself if she can help it. Fucking magic. ]

[workaphilic]

A moronic choice if I've ever heard one. Might as well be rendered incapable by their own stupidity.

[gevurah]

[ pause. ]

And blindly trusting a magical castle isn't stupid?

[workaphilic]

An equally moronic question. Next.

1/2

[gevurah]

Ugh.

[gevurah]

Lashing out at others because you're fighting with your [ boyfriend ] roommate is just as moronic, Mr. Holmes.

[ Yeah, not having any of this. Shuts journal. ]