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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

[onlyanapple]

If I wanted a tutor, I would have asked the first humans. No, you're just a project.

[workaphilic]

A poor one, considering we've already established that I'm better at your job than you are.

[onlyanapple]

Well, you may be a poor project but with some spit and polish, well, by golly, I think you could be just right.

[workaphilic]

[He sighs.]

Rather you didn't. The angel already tried that -- feel free to have him tell you how it went.

[onlyanapple]

You talked to Aziraphale? [You have his interest now, Sherlock]

[workaphilic]

He talked to me.

[Important distinction.]

[onlyanapple]

Of course, sorry, I forgot you avoided contact with every other living thing but your boyfriend.

So, what did he want with you?

[workaphilic]

[If you are fishing for a reaction with that, Crowley, you are trolling the wrong one. He literally doesn't bat an eye.]

He thought I could use some friendly advice.

[The way he says it, Aziraphale might as well have been insulting his mother.]

[onlyanapple]

[That's fine, he'll take it as confirmation so he can troll John harder later. Ugh, he recognises that tone]

Yeah. He does that a lot. He's got it in his head he can make the world a better place, one person at a time.

[workaphilic]

Haven't heard from him as of late, think I may have upset him. With any luck he's given up on me.

[onlyanapple]

That pretty much sounds like you've ruffled his pompous feathers. Good job, not many people manage that.

[workaphilic]

Now I just have to get rid of you, don't I?

[onlyanapple]

I'm a lot harder to get rid of, in case you haven't noticed.

[workaphilic]

Oh, I've had worse.

[onlyanapple]

Without a doubt, you seem the sort that attracts trouble.

[workaphilic]

We all have to make a living somehow.

[onlyanapple]

That we do. Just lounging about doesn't put bread on the table.

[workaphilic]

Well. Not for most of us, anyway.

[onlyanapple]

Not unless you're clever enough to make a living out of being lazy.

[workaphilic]

Cleverness has nothing to do with it.

[onlyanapple]

I suppose you're going to tell me it's motivation or some other such rubbish?

[workaphilic]

[His expression twists distastefully.]

You really haven't been paying attention at all if you think I'd resort to that.

[onlyanapple]

Well, given you seem to change your mind on what you're all about every other day, it's a little hard to keep track.

[workaphilic]

Not my fault you're too slow to keep up.

[onlyanapple]

Nor is it my fault you have the patience of a five year old hopped up on sugar.