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[jumpthegun]

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[jumpthegun]

Are you worried about her getting over-attached? I mean, you know you've got that problem, already, right? Tifa, Duster, Emily, me. I'm looking forward to getting all of you home, but I'll miss you.

[devoutish]

I don't want her wanting things from me that I'm not prepared to give.

[jumpthegun]

I really don't think she's expecting an engagement ring, mate.

[devoutish]

That's not the only thing that women expect.

[jumpthegun]

Alfie, I'm not a mind-reader. If there's something specific you're worried about, tell me what it is.

[devoutish]

There's nothing specific, Watson, and no worries. Only things that I am keeping my eye on.

I like her. I do. But right now, that's where it ends.

[jumpthegun]

[John rolls his eyes and sighs.]

Is that where you want it to end? Because if so, that's probably something you ought to tell her. At the moment, it sounds like you're trying to convince me of something.

I like you, but that's definitely where it ends. Sorry.

[He's teasing because you set that right up, Alfie.]

[devoutish]

[Watson!!!!]

I have told her that that's where it is. She knows that there was another woman.

[And as for where he wants it to end... hell if he knows. He hasn't thought that far ahead, and he honestly doesn't plan to.]

[jumpthegun]

It really seems like you should be set on that front, then. If she knows what she's dealing with, I expect she'll act accordingly.

[devoutish]

And before you ask again, the future is the future. Uncertain.

[jumpthegun]

Alfie, I'm not gonna come club you if you don't marry this woman. Honestly. Do you talk to people at home about the women you fancy at all?

[devoutish]

Not over fucking text.

[Audio, Watson; c'mooooon.]

[jumpthegun]

[Please enjoy another roll of his eyes that you're not privy to, Alfie.]

You're a very needy man, you know that?

[devoutish]

Have you died and lost your voice?

[jumpthegun]

[Well, now you've just given him added incentive to be an asshole.]

Damn, I was going to mention. Suppose you'll see it in the next obits.

[devoutish]

Is Sherlock nearby?

[jumpthegun]

He is. We're holed up in the school shed for the night.

[devoutish]

[Laaaame.

But fine.]

We do talk about women at home. Of course we do.

[jumpthegun]

And do you wring your hands like this about them wanting more from you than you're willing to give? Might be a reason you're still single. [Because Confirmed Bachelor John Watson is one to talk about reasons for being single.]

[devoutish]

If we were talking on audio, you'd be able to hear that I'm not wringing my hands.

[jumpthegun]

I'm not sure I'd be able to hear you wringing them, regardless, Alfred.

[Sass cranked to 11 tonight, it would seem.]

[devoutish]

You'd hear my voice with far less stress than I think you're imagining, Jonathan.

[jumpthegun]

It's just 'John' on my birth certificate, darling. Parents were heathens.

And maybe so, but you could always try emoticons. I'm sure they get the point across. :)

[devoutish]

:?

[jumpthegun]

:P

[He's having an emoticon fight with a 1920s gang lord. This place is truly ridiculous.]