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[workaphilic]

[Anyone looking for Sherlock today can find him outside by the duck pond. He has his journal open in his palm, but other than that he doesn't seem to be doing anything other than standing and watching.

Specifically, watching a little girl with dark, messy curls and her pants rolled to her knees splash around in the shallows.]

No points for creativity, yet again. Can't be blamed, though. It gets the job done, and there's something to be said for long term investment. [He sounds almost... impressed?] No reason to change a winning formula.

Those of you somehow surprised by this turn of events should pay better attention.

[There's an excited sort of shriek from somewhere far away, and Sherlock's voice gets fainter as he turns away from the journal.]

Daddy! Daddy, look at this, come see!

Yes, yes. Bring it here.

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[save_the_souls]

[He's noticing. Guess even Sherlock Holmes isn't completely divorced from things such as this. Though he's keeping watch on the kids as well.]

Ah-

Return visit. She's been here twice before.

[workaphilic]

[He nods.]

Still no information as to where she spends her time in the interim?

[save_the_souls]

[He shakes his head] Only speculation. I don't believe anyone's found hard evidence saying anything.

[Allen likes to think optimistically about where the kids go but...there was always that touch of realist in him too]

[workaphilic]

But there is evidence that they go somewhere.

[It's half a question, half not. He's read enough to not really need an answer, but it's always nice to get first-hand opinions.]

[save_the_souls]

They do go away, and many return the next year older. If that's evidence, then yes.

[workaphilic]

What do you think?

[save_the_souls]

I...like to think they go somewhere safe the rest of the year...but I can't completely believe in it either. [He's seen way too much dark things done with magic to do so]

[workaphilic]

[Sherlock turns to look at him, briefly -- a lingering, searching sort of glance. He must see something, because there's a half-smile tugging at the corner of his mouth when he looks back towards the children.]

I see.

[save_the_souls]

[Yeeep he notices that]

...What?

[workaphilic]

[A noisy sigh.]

Oh, nothing. Just a surprisingly reasonable answer.

[save_the_souls]

[B( ]

Surprisingly?!

[workaphilic]

Pleasantly surprised.

[Like that makes it better.]

[save_the_souls]

Why in the world do I speak with you?

[workaphilic]

Really want me to answer that?

[save_the_souls]

...No.

[workaphilic]

Suit yourself.

[He looks way, way too pleased with himself.]

Nevertheless, I appreciate the insight, Mr. Walker.

[save_the_souls]

[Ugh so annoying]

..It's no trouble.

[workaphilic]

[Vaguely, while he watches Rachel stick her head into a cluster of reeds:]

Isn't it?

[save_the_souls]

No, it's not. It's simply sharing an opinion I've already thought up. That's hardly troublesome.

[workaphilic]

Well. Certainly good to know, I'll be sure to keep it in mind for the future.