Telepathic IC 'Inbox' and Messenger Bird Reception

[greatestdefective]

[Catch-all post for one-on-one messages that need to be delivered directly to Sherlock, either through the amulets or with a messenger bird. Meeting in person is also an option!]

Comments

[ryuwrighthistory]

I'm...I'm not being delirious. [He makes a feeble attempt to swat Holmes' hand away.] You're always up to some kind of invention or experiment.

[greatestdefective]

Any good, responsible scientist would refrain from testing these concoctions on their housemate without prior warning!

[He's not a responsible scientist, though. He's tested stuff on Mikotoba in the past and he may have tested stuff on Naruhodou as well.]

[ryuwrighthistory]

But you're not a responsible scientist. [Dang he just laying it out there. Maybe being sick makes him more blunt.]

[greatestdefective]

[He produces a very loud, huffing sound at that, then acts like he didn't hear it.]

Come now, up you get. Back to bed with you.

[ryuwrighthistory]

[He groans. Does he have to? The floor is already pretty nice.] 'Kay... [He grabs him by the shoulder with his free hand. You're gonna help him, right?]

[greatestdefective]

[Oop, that's a hand on his shoulder, there. He'll just carefully ease the glass from Naruhodou's grip then, otherwise things may go horribly wrong. It'll be safer on the floor. ...In the middle of the hallway. Yep.]

There's a good lad. [Up you go, Naruhodou! Holmes has got you.]

[ryuwrighthistory]

Mm, you're a good friend. [He turns to give Holmes a hug, mostly for the extra support. As he does so, he taps the glass and there goes the water, oops.]

[greatestdefective]

[AAWWWW! Words like that warm Holmes's heart more than Naruhodou could ever expect. Sure enough, the lights glow brighter and a quiet, cheerful bit of violin music rings through the hall before fading out again. He doesn't even notice what happened to the water.]

As are you, Mr. Naruhodou.

[ryuwrighthistory]

Mm turn it down... [That's too warm.]

End?

[greatestdefective]

What? [What is he... Oh, nevermind, the poor guy is obviously delusional after all.]

Off to bed with you, then.