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[jumpthegun]

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[jumpthegun]

Damn. I thought it'd at least work on you.

[devoutish]

Not that it isn't a very nice thought, but you do need to be traveling with someone.

[jumpthegun]

I've got my patient for the time being. It'll be safer if there's no one else until I get him to the Avengers.

[devoutish]

All right, after, then.

[jumpthegun]

I'm almost out of food, so I'll be heading to the school after. We can talk after.

[And he can maybe continue to avoid you two in the hopes of keeping you safe from his new disability.]

[devoutish]

What a coincidence - I'm running low. We may meet up there.

[jumpthegun]

[Must you, Alfie.]

Maybe. You should stop in at the aquarium, though. Unlimited hot water. It's just all in the sink.

[devoutish]

Shame there's no bathtub.

[jumpthegun]

Maybe you could turn one of the big tanks into one. Get it into the loo and sort out how to funnel the water into it.

[Actually, that's not... a half-bad idea. If he wasn't an invalid at the moment, he'd try it.]

[devoutish]

[That's a good enough idea that it makes him decide to let Watson get away with changing the subject, at least for now.]

Make ourselves a swimming pool?

[jumpthegun]

Well, I was thinking bath, but if you're up for skinny dipping, mate...

[devoutish]

[Watson, are you flirting with him.]

Just like in the army days, eh? But I haven't got a swimming costume.

[jumpthegun]

[Go away, Alfie. No. He's making fun of your ambitions.]

'Swimming costume.' Have you still got the stripey ones with the straw hats back in your day?

[devoutish]

Why, what have you got in your time?

[jumpthegun]

Just swimming trunks for the lads and bikinis and the like for girls. Just look like colorful boxers, bras, and underwear. People are a bit less shy about showing some skin.

[devoutish]

Even in public?

[jumpthegun]

That is where you usually wear swimsuits, yeah.

[devoutish]

Women in their underwear, in public.

[Don't picture it, don't picture it, don't picture it...]

[jumpthegun]

Swimsuits. Different from underwear, mate. You'd still get in trouble running around in that. The future's weird.

[devoutish]

Women looking like they're in their underwear.

[He's picturing it.]

[jumpthegun]

[Good. Have a little mental eye candy to tide you over, Alfie.]

Reckon Fiona'd look nice in something like that... maybe if we ever find the fabled hot springs of Norfinbury.

[devoutish]

[Watson, why.]

You're doing this on purpose.

[jumpthegun]

Never.

[He absolutely is.]

[devoutish]

Fucking awful, that's what you are. Fucking hell--

[jumpthegun]

You're the one who contacted me, mate. [He chuckles, but that ends in a painful coughing fit. He holds his tablet away for a few seconds.] Oh, don't make me laugh. It hurts.