[Sherlock hasn't had a proper wink of sleep for days now. He'd doze off for a few hours, only to be wide awake again shortly after. The house is even more of a mess than usual, a wonderful reflection of Sherlock himself. He wanders through the hall like a bit of a zombie, running a hand through messy, clumped hair as he goes.]
Mr. Naruhodou... Can you keep it down...?
[... Give him a moment, things are refusing to click inside his brain.]
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Mr. Naruhodou... Can you keep it down...?
[... Give him a moment, things are refusing to click inside his brain.]