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CHERRY POPPING; TEXT

[deductions]

I've examined an interesting shoe. I thought you'd be interested.

oh wow ew; TEXT

[fairytaled]

Assuming it would strike my interest, Mr. Holmes. What makes you say that?

[ Honestly trying to try her best voice of mystery, but honestly going "omg, omg, omg" at Rory right now. ]

[deductions]

It is an interesting shoe capable of holding an astute amount of mud beneath it's sole. It's caked around the edges.

It also smells faintly of camembert and sweat.

[fairytaled]

Wow.

[ Just.

Wooooow. ]

[deductions]

Do you wish to study this shoe with me?

I normally hate company but Watson is preoccupying himself with responsibility and I need a second opinion.

[fairytaled]

You should being expecting that. Our other halves bear the responsibilities, it seems.

[ Blah, she's actually taking the time to keep her typing nice and proper. This is difficult, why is she keeping up this act again? ]

Studying shoes seems like an excuse to lure me out.

[deductions]

Other halves? To what does that imply?

Is it enough of a reason?

[fairytaled]

Make your own deductions. [ Heeeeeheee. ]

You're acting like it's easy.

[deductions]

I have recently learned that that title is appended more to the Colonel. You'll have to pardon my knee jerk reaction of disgust.

It is.

[fairytaled]

Colonel?

Not. Working.

VIDEO

[accesses]

[ you know what you have Amy? a video of Charles' back pocket. totally butt called. ]

VIDEO

[fairytaled]

[ What—

Who—

Darkness and rustling, okay. She can deal with that. ] Hello? Hey!

[accesses]

[ wtf who is talking. charles looks around. ]

Is anyone there?

[fairytaled]

[ Your arse is speaking to you. It's Scottish, didn't you know? ]

No. [ A beat. ] Yes.

[accesses]

[ looking around and very quietly adding. ]

are you speaking in my mind?

[fairytaled]

...

As much as I would love to say 'yes,' not so much. You're the one who called me.

[accesses]

[ an awkward moment giving a few moments to realise o-oh. okay wait.

butt call.

camera shifts a bit before he moves the bracelet back into his arm- - he offers an easy smile.

( hi amy you're prettttttty ) ]

I am terribly sorry.

[fairytaled]

[ OH WOW—wow, okay, there we go. A face to the voice, good. ]

Right, I would try the side pockets next time.

[accesses]

[ an easy smile. ]

I have to say that the MC1R mutation suits you.

[fairytaled]

[ ...

She's not going to say anything, just mouth 'what?' ]

[accesses]

MC1R. Or as you know it, red hair. I believe I must inform you, that you are a mutant and a spectacular looking one at that.

[fairytaled]

[ ...

...

... ]

Hold on, you just called me a mutant.