[Familiar. Because he's becoming easier here, getting settled. The thought rakes across his mood like claws.]
I don't have to have people over. Got in touch with the Blue kid. He's a prick. Dunno how well convincing him is gonna go, but he responded to my letter, at least.
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I don't have to have people over. Got in touch with the Blue kid. He's a prick. Dunno how well convincing him is gonna go, but he responded to my letter, at least.
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[He nods towards the mantelpiece where a letter opener is stabbed through his own letters with Deei.]
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[And he'll turn to go and fetch everything from his room unless Sherlock stops him.]