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[confidente]

[ Journal opens to John laughing, it is a short laugh more than anything. ]

Snow as far as the eye can see. Looks like home. [ Aheh. ] Never thought I'd be so happy to see so much snow.

[ It takes him a few minutes of decision making before he decides to venture outside. Taking in the nice coldness of the snow and everything, he's out there for a few minutes before coming back inside with snow in his hand and on his pants. He's grinning, actually grinning, utterly not bothered by the fact there are penguins running around and polar bears for some reasons.

It doesn't matter, John Watson is a good mood and honestly there is little that can bring it down. ]

(ooc; blah blah open for general stuff and kissmas things too.)

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[Dictated]

[lightbranded]

Its marvelous, isn't it? Even back home it hardly ever snowed this early. And never this much.

[workaphilic]

[Sherlock, on the other hand, was fine until winter decided to come inside. Now he's just being kind of a big baby about it.

He originally came downstairs and out of hibernation to fetch something from one of the penguins. (They're too slow climbing the stairs.) Except the extra time saved is now being wasted in a very one-sided argument.]

-- No, no, that's preposterous, why would I be asking for that? [The penguin squawks at him.] Oh, shut up, not my fault you can't do your job correctly.

[confidente]

Yeah, it really is. [ And he's missing London, quiet a lot, which doesn't help his current state of being in the flat. ] I'm not even sure if London has ever been covered in this much snow,

[confidente]

[ John looks up suddenly, stopping in mid brush to rid himself of some of the snow still clinging to his frame. Is that Sherlock? Is he having an argument with a penguin?

Do they actually understand each other?

That almost giddy mood he was in goes for a bit of a spin, being replaced by a mountain of confusion and frank disbelief. ]

Sherlock. [ WHY ARE YOU ARGUING WITH A PENGUIN? ]

[lightbranded]

I've only been to London a few times, and never when it was snowing.

[He pauses and adds thoughtfully.] There was one winter when this much snow came to my village. All of Buckinghmashire, really.

[workaphilic]

[bro sometimes we have to verbally abuse random antarctic creatures, even if it gets us nowhere]

John.

[He looks up, glances over, and visibly stops himself so he can do his patented full-body scan. The penguin starts to waddle away and Sherlock puts one hand on its head to stop it. It squawks irritably.]

You went out in the snow.

[confidente]

London's beautiful in the snow, though there are some who would probably disagree. Though it doesn't often snow much, when it does it doesn't last very long.

You're from Buckinghmashire? [ Whoo more Brits? ]

[confidente]

[ He doesn't know whether he should laugh or just gape. ]

Obviously. [ He had a bit of a kid moment, leave him alone. ]

And you're arguing with a penguin.

[lightbranded]

My family lives just outside the village of Hunterscoombe. It is near Eton.

[workaphilic]

I'm correcting a penguin. Not my fault the castle felt like replacing the old delivery system with a sub-par one.

[He whaps it lightly upside the head.] Go again. Don't get it wrong this time.

[It waddles away. B(]

[confidente]

Ah, don't think I've been there before.

[lightbranded]

I'm not surprised. It is a very small village.

[confidente]

Arguing. [ Forever going to be arguing in his head and you can't change that! ]

[workaphilic]

[He doesn't appreciate the accusation and he won't respond to it!!

But he does reach over to flick a piece of snow off John's sleeve.

dryly:]

Snow angel, or snow man?

[confidente]

Neither. [ He shrugs reflexively to the touch. ] Just wanted to stand in the snow for a bit.

[workaphilic]

Oh, boring. You'll be doing plenty of that whether you like it or not the next couple months.

[confidente]

I'm allowed to enjoy the first snows however I like. [ A beat. ] Did you really think I was out there doing a snow angel?

[workaphilic]

[He shrugs.]

Could have. I'm eliminating possibilities. [then, musing:] Bit disappointed, honestly....