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[jumpthegun]

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[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.]

[devoutish]

Is that a bib?

[jumpthegun]

It's a tongue. I'm sticking my tongue out at you.

[devoutish]

It doesn't look like a tongue, it looks like a bib.

[jumpthegun]

Use your imagination, you git.

[devoutish]

Your tongue is large and swollen, John. You should see a doctor.

[jumpthegun]

I will once you let me have a look at your mouth. It appears to have turned into a question mark. That's a tragedy for kissing.

[devoutish]

It was a mustache.

[jumpthegun]

Well, now I'm even more concerned, mate, if that's what your mustache looks like these days.

[devoutish]

:B

[jumpthegun]

Do I want to guess at what you think those are?