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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.

Comments

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[signedlefthanded]

It's still very much opinion.

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[workaphilic]

No, not really.

You can keep saying it if you like, though.

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[signedlefthanded]

You underestimate my stubbornness then.

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[workaphilic]

Not at all.

I'm very good at selective listening.

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[signedlefthanded]

Well we've reached an impasse. Unless you like arguing in circles which would bring your credibility and your point down.

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[workaphilic]

I said you could keep talking, not that I was going to.

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[signedlefthanded]

And yet, you're still talking.

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[workaphilic]

Is this what we're going to argue about now? Something even more pointless than the first one?

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[signedlefthanded]

I'm not arguing. More debating. Less emotions. Unless you get this riled by a seventeen year old girl.

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[workaphilic]

Mm, no, "debate" implies some sort of value to the discussion.