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[devoutish]

Yeah?

[That's it, that's all you get.]

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[jumpthegun]

[Why do you hate text so much, Alfie?]

Because Sylar is still here.

[devoutish]

You got to them, then. What's happening now? What are they doing?

[jumpthegun]

Sherlock actually walked out after getting Sylar off. He met me in the snow and we started back north together. Sylar contacted me after they'd got done fighting to say Sherlock was on his way.

Sherlock's over here with me and Sylar's throwing his own pity party in the corner after I clocked him and gave him a talking to.

[devoutish]

Where are you now? Can you go off into a room on your own without them going at each other's throats again?

>voice

[jumpthegun]

[John looks around.]

They're both behaving for the moment. Gift shop's glass. Just a moment.

[He gets to the gift shop and focuses his attention outward on the two men as he switches to voice. John sounds less agitated than before, but he's certainly still tense.]

You really have got a thing about text, haven't you?

>voice

[devoutish]

There is no fucking reason to use it if you don't have to.

Did you really hit him?

>voice

[jumpthegun]

[Sherlock would disagree, but whatever.]

Of course I did. It's the least he deserves.

>voice

[devoutish]

[That's because Sherlock is lame, John.]

Fearless man.

>voice

[jumpthegun]

Bastard would've gotten more than a punch if Sherlock hadn't been asking for some of what he got.

[Fearless, loyal, but aware that Sherlock is an insufferable man sometimes.]

>voice

[devoutish]

You'll still be traveling with the both of them, then?

>voice

[jumpthegun]

Well, apparently, I shouldn't be taking an eye off of either of them. My mistake.

[Which, when you've only got one eye left...]

>voice

[devoutish]

[He's gonna do it. He's gonna make an eye joke.]

Don't you mean the eye?

>voice

[jumpthegun]

You're a funny man, you are, Mr. Solomons.

>voice

[devoutish]

Funny man, but bad boy?

[Claire has been gossiping about your gossip, Watson.]

>voice

[jumpthegun]

[Okay, that gets a small snort, followed by a muffled sound of pain.]

Maybe I should've said naughty.

>voice

[devoutish]

That still makes me sound like a little boy who nicks sweets from the corner shop.

>voice

[jumpthegun]

Nah, not in my day. If you're a naughty boy, that's hot. And hot is cool. And cool is good.

[He might be teasing.]

>voice

[devoutish]

Explain yourself.

>voice

[jumpthegun]

Don't care for the modern slang, mate?

>voice

[devoutish]

I'm trying to figure out the chain of meaning here. Hot is cool?

>voice

[jumpthegun]

Hot is good-looking. If you're good-looking, that's an aspect of being hip, and hip is cool. Being cool is a good thing.

>voice

[devoutish]

And this is the sort of thing you discuss about me, with other people?

>voice

[jumpthegun]

[There's a pause as John realizes how that might come off.]

I was talking you up to Claire. Of course I was gonna say nice things.

>voice

[devoutish]

[It's okay Watson he knows you're saving yourself for Sherlock.]

She told me. And the rumor mill goes 'round.

>voice

[jumpthegun]

[Note to self: Never try to wingman for Alfie again with Claire.]

Gossip about you and her, I'm assuming. Hope all of that's going well.

[Let's just get off of John inadvertently calling Alfie hot, okay?]