@shadowedanswers ; "you would be mistaken. clearly you are incapable of deducing my affinity for cigarettes. or, to a less self-destructive extent, creative writing."
of course, juliette had heard of lucky before. both of her fathers had mentioned the woman in passing, and while her intrigue had perhaps been piqued once or twice, she had never bothered to request an introduction. in a manner that only rivaled sherlock's, jules was not particularly fond of humankind preferring to maintain a remarkably small amount of company. specifically, her fathers and rosie, with a handful of familial exceptions, including one molly hooper, who had been an aunt figure to jules since she was a young child. however, she was not fazed by lucky's admittedly blunt opening. rather, her lips curled into a small flash of a smile, respect glinting in her hazel eyes.
"hardly any concern. gradual entries are far too dull. really, all that / time / people waste." she scoffed, as if she considered the majority of humanity beneath her. incidentally, she did. she'd been told before she took after sherlock, save for her prose, and mayhaps they had a point. "you must be . . . unlucky?" she asked sarcastically, scrunching her nose in faux - thoughtfulness.