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[armydoctor]

Who: Holmes, Watson
What: It's time for a picnic.
When: Early afternoon.
Where: Starting in their cottage, moving out.

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[mustbetruth]

Holmes is mildly enthused about this picnic. Spending time with Watson in the great outdoors is much more preferable now than it would be in England, because the both of them can be free to be affectionate, etc. etc. It's just that presently, Holmes maybe isn't entirely in the mood, as he's absorbed in a recent project. It's less a project and more an intense interest

[armydoctor]

"The open air can do wonders for the appetite." Watson crossed the room to kiss Holmes rather more forcefully than was strictly necessary on the corner of his mouth. "Come on, I think it's safe to say that we do need a change. Humour me."

Looking down at Holmes's work, he smiled. "What are you up to, may I ask? Do you have some new project?" He was pleased, if that was the case; anything that could help Holmes stave off boredom was all right in his books. Watson kissed him again, running his hands over his shoulders.

[mustbetruth]

Well. If Holmes is to be disturbed from his work, being soundly kissed is the best way to go about it. It occurs to him that Watson might have more power over him than he'd like, since Holmes thinks he'll always be pretty easily swayed by Watson's enthusiastic kisses.

"Ideally," he counters, looking back over his notes and vague sketches. It's difficult to plan for something when he doesn't even know if he'll receive it or what shape he might receive it in, but he's trying nonetheless. "Though at the moment, I can only research. Bees are fascinating creatures, at least."

He catches one of Watson's hands and brings it to his lips, kissing the palm softly.

[armydoctor]

Watson smiled, and leaned over to kiss Holmes on the top of his head. "If I can drag you away from your work, the break might do you good, too. You can come back to your work with renewed interest." He twined his fingers through Holmes's hair. "Besides, after lunch I might be able to offer some sort of appreciated distraction, if you're amenable?"

From the doorway, Nell gave a little impatient noise, and sat down, tail thumping against the floor. She had picked up on the fact that her people, or at least one of them, were preparing for an excursion, and she had no intention of being left behind. Watson slid his hand arounds Holmes and embraced him from behind. "Are you coming? Or have I completely wasted my time?"

[armydoctor]

"I beg to differ," Watson said, with as much dignity as he could muster. "I think I've eliminated quite a few possibilities. That is, you realise, how one plays this game."

With his thumb between Holmes's brows, Watson sighed happily. His mind was not entirely on the game, to be honest. "Is he primarily known for good works, as opposed to bad?"

[mustbetruth]

"What a question," he puffs, chuckling. "And it isn't exactly yes or no, either. I'm afraid you'll have to rephrase." He opens his eyes to grin teasingly up at him. Reaching up, he takes Watson's hand and links their fingers together.

[armydoctor]

Though he gave a sort of harrumph of annoyance, Watson couldn't hold back his smile, either. "Fine, fine. If you insist on being petty, I'll play by your rules. Is he known for good reasons?"

It would help to know whether he ought to be cataloguing a list of villains, after all.

[mustbetruth]

"Yes. And they aren't simply my rules. I didn't just make that up on the spot. That's how one plays the game." He's enjoying this, as he's sure Watson's figured out by now; he does wonder if Watson will get around to figuring it out. Holmes could have picked someone much more random than Stradivari -- Charlemagne, for instance, or Cleopatra. At least Stradivari's somewhat relevant.

He shifts, finding a slightly more comfortable spot for his head, and he closes his eyes, inhaling deeply.