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[isaprofessional]

Sherlock's next entrance in the bar is anything but unobtrusive.

The telltale shriek of Mrs. Hudson follows him in through the recently appeared door before he sweeps in, expecting his personal quarters.

Milliways is rather unexpected, understandably, and his quickly changing expression reflects that, as does the subsequent concealing of a

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ooc

[seesomemore]

[Can I tag with John or would it be too close to canon puncture?]

Re: ooc

[isaprofessional]

[ Oh, you're welcome to tag! It'd be less of a canon puncture than a lot of other conversations he's had already, I'm sure. ]

[seesomemore]

[ooc: HEE!]

There is someone in his favorite overstuffed chair, enjoying a cup of tea.

[isaprofessional]

Holmes stops, puffing his pipe until an angry cloud of dark smoke enshrouds him.

"Well, this will not do," he mutters under his breath.

[seesomemore]

John sips tea, blissfully unaware that he is disrupting anyone's routine.

[isaprofessional]

"Excuse me, sir, but I believe you've taken my seat," are Holmes' next words, voiced loud enough for anyone within a six-foot radius to hear.

[seesomemore]

John stops sipping and frowns at the other man.

"There is a perfectly good and empty chair right there. And a sofa. Even the ottomans look fairly comfortable."

[isaprofessional]

"Yes, but none of them are as well-qualified for the task as this particular chair."

The words are uttered in a manner as if the answer were already obvious.

[seesomemore]

"The task of ... keeping your bum off the floor?"