open post | winter is here

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[inquisitories]

[Winter.

Cold. Bitter. Made everything less interesting. It's always quiet and without much excitement at all, besides people hurrying to buy gifts and trees and all of the things that Holmes could do, but will do last minute, because that's just how he does things.

Currently, he's sitting on a bench outside, bundled up in a coat and smoking a pipe. Maybe he'll go inside, maybe he won't. He doesn't know what he'll do just yet, but he always finds a way to do something.]

[ministrations]

[ Watson never fools himself into thinking he's sneaking up on Holmes. If nothing else, the cane and limp always give him away, even without the crunch of snow beneath his feet. He draws his coat tighter about himself as he sits down, breath puffing white in the cold air. ]

Shall I cart you inside to thaw now, or wait till you've frozen through?

[inquisitories]

[He doesn't look at him when he speaks, he just continues to smoke his pipe until he replies to him when he sees fit.]

Both.

[A pause.]

You could have brought me some tea, Watson, if you were so worried about me.

[ministrations]

It would have gotten cold by the time I navigated the front steps.

[ Which is partly true. And partly Watson's refusal to bring out any sort of supplies that may prolong Holmes' presence on this bench. ]

[inquisitories]

[He lets out a small 'hmph' before finally turning his head abruptly to face Watson.]

Then let's go inside and get some tea. Shall we?

[ministrations]

[ A rare success. Watson's lips twitch in a smile. ]

I thought you'd never ask.

[inquisitories]

Really? I was beginning to think I might freeze out here.

[He stands from the bench, shoving a hand in one of his pockets and shifting his weight.]

Why someone might come out in this weather is a mystery.

[ministrations]

[ there's a sharp twinge of pain in his knee--cold has never agreed with him since the war--but waston ignores it, standing up and tightening his grip on his cane. his expression is more amused than anything. he knows better than to contradict holmes. ]

I can't imagine why either. Come, let's get inside and see if Mrs. Hudson won't brew us some tea.

[ and watson takes off for the door, hoping that holmes is on his heels. ]

[inquisitories]

[Holmes follows alongside him diligently, taking his time to look over people passing by. People were interesting folk.]

Watson?

[ministrations]

Holmes?

[ watson glances over, eyebrows raised in invitation. ]

[inquisitories]

[Holmes grins, then sends a snowball flying at him before hurrying to the front step. He doesn't care if it hits or misses, he just wanted to throw it.]

[ministrations]

[ of course it hits watson in the face, because he'd hardly expected that of holmes. there's a moment of stunned, snow-filled silence and then watson shouts holmes! and slams up the steps after him. slightly slower, because canes, messed up legs, and icey steps aren't a good mix. ]

[inquisitories]

It's good fun, isn't it?

[But it's not like he's stopped to look at the damage, he is still keeping his distance from Watson. And that cane of his.]

[ministrations]

[ which is probably a smart move, since watson has never had any qualms about using his cane to his advantage ]

You're an overgrown child at times, Holmes.

[inquisitories]

And you're too much of an old man at times.

[He looks over his shoulder to shoot Watson a playful smile, eyebrows raising in challenge.]