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[devoutish]

I would tell you Tifa is too young for you, but--

[He's teasing you about Sheena, John.]

[jumpthegun]

I know she's...

Oh, f-! [John would slap his own face if he didn't know it would hurt like hell.]

I need to call Sheena, make sure she's all right. [He'd been so worried about Sherlock, Sheena had slipped his mind. As most of her girlfriends tended to do around Sherlock...]

[devoutish]

Not a good time to get to know a woman, is it.

[jumpthegun]

Is there ever a good time here? [John shakes his head to himself.] Maybe Sherlock's right.




Listen, I'll call you later, all right? I need to get moving down to the fire station if I'm gonna make it back here before night fall.

[devoutish]

Mm. Yeah.

Good luck, John.