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[workaphilic]

[Evening, castle! Today is a day for an experiment.

Sherlock is in a hallway -- maybe yours! -- walking backwards with his journal open in his palm like a walkie-talkie. Trailing after him is a little blue lantern that's surely familiar to most of you by now.]

Yet another inane little gift courtesy of Paradisa. One could almost think it's being friendly. Timing could have been better, though.

[Those of you unfortunate enough to be on the opposite end of his temper tantrum last week might notice that he sounds a little... calmer, today. Still haughty and generally jerktastic, but something must have gone right in the past seven days.

Occasionally he'll speed up or slow down, swivel or twist in random directions, the lantern swinging about to follow him accordingly. It's might be kind of bizarre to watch, actually. Then he stops, abruptly, and the lantern glides to a stop in front of his nose.]

Interesting.

((SO OPEN. Over the journal or in person! HAVE AT.))

Comments

[workaphilic]

[The noise of the door opening catches his attention. He twists in place, eyes locked on the lantern as it swings around him.]

Not much to see, I'm afraid. You can quit gawking whenever you like.

Written

[bootsweremadeforcasting]

'I'm simple-headed, remember? My small brain enjoys these little shows.'

[workaphilic]

[A beat while he makes the connection between the words on the page and Jade.]

Then find a different one.

[bootsweremadeforcasting]

[An amused smirk as he's wished up a cup of coffee and is leaning on the doorframe as he watches Sherlock and his little friend.]

'Oh no, this is quite amusing enough.'

[workaphilic]

[EYEROLL. whatever, man.]

Fine.

Just stay out of my way.

[bootsweremadeforcasting]

[Jade sips his coffee, but writes after a moment.]

'Unless you're planning on coming in my room, I think I'm fine.'

[workaphilic]

I'm not.

[And that's that.]

[bootsweremadeforcasting]

[So Jade will just watch and be amused at the crazy man with his lantern.]