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@HOLMESOCIO / ill take her pls

@mutantjeans /   yep , yep !

@HOLMESOCIO / is eurus still open ?

:;                      oop  pls  !

@PSYCHOMATHS /   and the same to you , of course . c;

@HOLMESOCIO ; of course not, darling! you’re far too memorable to be forgotten. c;

@sherrinfordsbest /   um , yes , we stan .

@detectiveisms /   please do , i beg you -

/  should i bring back my unilock lady or n ah ? 

@shieldprodigy /   i am nothing if not relatable . but thank you much , that is appreciated . c;

@HOLMESOCIO ) that would be an insult & really not worth it . please do it . 

@HOLMESOCIO ) terribly late , but please ? 

@HOLMESOCIO ; i’m a bit late , but please ? uwu 

@HOLMESOCIO 
            
            //Can I have a starter? I'm aching for some teen aus (:

@HOLMESOCIO / * coughs *

@HOLMESOCIO 
            /LMAO 

@PSYCHOMATHS ;   "i'd rather not let you too close to him at all, actually." there was an edge of bite in sherlock's voice, and his teeth sank into his lower lip as he contemplated that. it wasn't often that he lashed out  —  well, all right, that was an inaccurate assessment, but he always made certain to appear entirely indifferent when he did. nothing said ' you're all beneath me ' than downright boredom in the midst of the most offensive insults imaginable. it was a mask he had perfected to fit himself perfectly for years. no need to lose track of that now.
            
            sherlock trailed his fingertips along the nearest wall with the hand that wasn't holding his phone, the trail following each step he took. he was losing his patience, nearly unable to wait the hour and a half until the event began. he was tracking a particularly elusive serial killer for sergeant lestrade, and while the details were being carefully hidden from any media outlets, it was becoming . . . more gruesome than usual. "oh, for god's sake  —  learn a little moderation, won't you?" he snipped, then heaved a soft sigh. "i'll be there in under an hour. try to hurry. i do / hate / to be kept waiting."

@HOLMESOCIO ;
            
            a small smirk crossed the dominatrix’s face , as she shook her head , a small chuckle escaping her lips . “ can’t he ? i’m sure john would look good in a dress if you let me give him a makeover . better than good — great , actually . ” she hummed , moving hanged outfits around . although she had quite a number of clothes , she could never choose what to wear . but then again , there was never such a thing as too much , right ? she purses her lips , before pulling out the perfect dress . at least , for an occasion such as this one . brand new . unused . a head turner , for one , and it’d give her an amazing entrance .
            
            “ oh , darling , you can’t expect me to wear black tie without going all out — that just ruins everything . ” she smirked , picking out her shoes and accessories . “ what time will you be picking me up ? it better be at least an hour or two later . ” she rolled her eyes , placing her shoes at the foot of her bed , and pulling out her make up kit and curling iron . she knew she would look beautiful with or without them , but she guessed she could at least try for sherlock’s sake . he did ask her to look / decent / after all . that was new . she wasn’t at all a / decent / person , but , she did owe him one .

@PSYCHOMATHS ;   as much as he would hate to admit it, blatantly refuse to do so, sherlock could appreciate jamie's adaptability. he knew that he could rely on her, at least when it came around to dangerous investigations, and that wasn't an act that sherlock took lightly. besides, she was moderately clever, making her nearly tolerable to spend copious amounts of time with. she was . . . acceptable, for a person. 
            
            sherlock huffed out a low, mirthless laugh. "oh, i doubt he could pull off a dress quite like you do, jamie," he said, a bored drawl to his voice. it was a deflection. the last thing he wanted to talk about was the fact that he'd debated asking john for hours before deciding against it. for the best. he rolled his eyes. "shouldn't you consult a fashion magazine, not a detective?" a beat passed. "black tie. but no gowns, / please / - we don't need to attract too much attention this time."

@HOLMESOCIO 
            
            * the girl fidgeted with the sleeves of her jumper , second guessing her decision , jumping the gun anyways . * i was . . . wondering if you’d like to have coffee .

@HOOPERISMS ;   looks a bit obnoxious on you , don't you think ? tedious , anyway . your mouth's too . . . small . * he squints at her , before shaking his head , glancing away . * sorry , was there a specific reason you sought me out ?

@HOLMESOCIO 
            
            * the girl frowned a bit , but nodded . * oh ! erm - i - refreshed it a bit . * she gave him a small smile . *

@cleverdisguises ;   yes , i think i’ll reserve those admissions to conversations of the after - midnight variety . always much easier to confess to the blood on your dear sister’s hands in the dark . * he set his jaw , taking a small step closer as he shook his head sharply . * no . far from perfect , by your standards . you’ll be leaving her alone , eurus . 

@HOLMESOCIO ) 
            
            really ? your sister’s brief stint in a mental institution would be a wonderful topic for conversation .  you could even tell them all about the various people i’ve killed . that’s always a crowd pleaser . * eurus said sarcastically , rolling her eyes * aww , but why not ? molly seems like a perfect candidate . 

@cleverdisguises ;   evidently . * he held her stare for a moment longer , before abruptly flicking his gaze away , letting out an impatient little huff . * everything has to do with me in some way , doesn't it ? * his lips quirked into a small smirk then . * no , i do try to avoid discussing you much at all , actually . explaining your sister's psychopathic tendencies isn't an appealing tactic . * he glanced over sharply , narrowing his eyes . * no . she will , in no way , be / useful / to you , eurus .