[Lightheaded. Lightheaded...! Interesting! Sherlock needs to write that down before he forgets. Give him a second, he needs to hop to his feet to find a scrap of paper and a pen.]
Hmm hmmmm... Hm. [...] Ah! Yes! My coat. You were conveniently positioned near the door, you see. [And if Ryuu hadn't been there before, Sherlock would've moved him there.]
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Hmm hmmmm... Hm. [...] Ah! Yes! My coat. You were conveniently positioned near the door, you see. [And if Ryuu hadn't been there before, Sherlock would've moved him there.]