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[confidente]

[ He didn't really sleep last night, he spent most of it staring at a wall until he finally caved and dragged himself out into the kitchen. (It was early morning at this point.) Making the pot of tea didn't really help with the whole sleeping thing, but it was at least a decent distraction.

God, he needs something better to do than stare at walls and make pots of tea.

So now he's sitting at the kitchen table (of the flat) with his journal, slowly draining that pot of tea he made. Oh, it's a wonderful life. ]

Anyone got any suggestions on what someone can do when they can't sleep to save themselves? And don't say knitting, I'm absolutely terrible at knitting.

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[confidente]

[ Curses! His plan is foiled! ] Alright, then. Let's see it.

[heloise]

Do you know where the stables are, signore?

[confidente]

Yes, I do. [ A beat. ] You can call me John, by the way.

[heloise]

John, the Apostle of Love. [ teasing! ] I am Lucrezia Borgia, though Lucrezia will suffice.

[confidente]

[ He laughs. ] Not really, actually. But that's a story for another time. [ KEEP FOCUSED ON THE RID-- ] Borgia? Oh. [ A beat. ] Uh, it's nice to meet you. [ Smooth John. ]

[heloise]

A pleasure indeed, John. [ Giggling and taking the recognition in stride because, well, it's not first time and not going to be the last. ]

You have heard of us then?

[confidente]

[ He clears his throat, mentally kicking himself for a moment. ]

A bit. Your family is historically famous.

[heloise]

For our accomplishments or for our scandals?

[ keeping her tone light as if she already knows, because she is aware of at least that much. ]

[confidente]

[ He's silent for a moment. ] A bit of both. [ At least he is honest!?!? ]

[heloise]

Is that so? [ Pleasantly surprised. ] You must tell me at least one thing the history books tell of me.

[confidente]

[ There is a pause as he thinks, trying to search his brain for something he (a) remembers and (b) isn't too terrible. ] Well, they say you are beautiful and very smart. You have a sharp mind. [ Not their exact words, but you can't expect him to quote history books. ]

[heloise]

Is my mind sharp enough to tell riddles too difficult for John Watson to solve?

[confidente]

I think so. [ The riddle, as it is, is just words. And that in itself is hardly any data. (Wow, way to sound like Sherlock.) ]

[heloise]

Ah, a charmer. You must be a dangerous man, John.

[confidente]

[ A laugh. ] Not at all.

[heloise]

If so, I have nothing to fear from you by inviting you to see the stables with me?

[confidente]

That's right.

[heloise]

When might my dear John find time to see this clue to the riddle?

[confidente]

[ He clears his throat a little. ] Yeah, I think I've got time to come see the clue.

[heloise]

[ she doesn't sense that unease at all. ]

Come meet me there in an hour.

[confidente]

Alright then. I'll see you in an hour.

[heloise]

Until then, John.

[ ooc; action or assume? I'm good with either! ]

[confidente]

(ooc; assume ghjgkfd because i am failure and took forever to get back to this.)

[heloise]

[ ooc; no worries! And she would be barely short of telling him that the answer is a saddle ;) ]

[confidente]

(ooc; SHE'S SO CUTE I CAN'T HANDLE IT HGFDHJKDHGFHJKG)