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[studiesemerald]

"Really, Lestrade, how you ever managed to get to the point of acknowledging the poisoned pudding was significant is beyond--"

Moriarty looks up. Neither Lestrade nor his sitting room are anywhere in sight.

"Ah, this place again

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[slag_megs]

"Wit' pictures?" Jazz turns his head toward the man who asked the question.

[studiesemerald]

Moriarty is silent for a moment.

"I suppose that might help. Although, there are times when one does not have the time or materials to create adequate images."

[slag_megs]

"Yeah... don't suppose you got sharpies where yer from." The silver mech's brow plates draw together slightly over his gentle brown optics. "Grease pencil? Those things'll write on anythin'. Doesn' help with the time thing, but bringin' somethin' ta draw with helps."

Something which is being held between his hand and his chest squeaks. He shushes it gently and absently hums a soft song.

[studiesemerald]

He considers this.

"Perhaps. It can't hurt, at any rate..."

[slag_megs]

"I've noticed that pullin' out a pen ta illustrate things makes people pay more attention, too." Jazz cracks a grin as he remembers some of the Looks he's gotten for it.

[studiesemerald]

"Hmmm."

He considers this.

"It does seem like it might be a useful technique..."

[slag_megs]

"Better believe it." Jazz continues to grin as he looks down into his hand with a 'heh'.