Gene bounces into Milliways, exuding energy the way he always does when he's on the trail of a scumbag. He grins when he sees where he is - pint, excellent! - and then he sees the television above the bar. It appears like there's some sort of event going on in London, but he doesn't recognise the names of those involved. William and Catherine?
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He appears, uncalled and probably unwelcome as always, like a crow that instinctively knows where a juicy new carrion can be found.
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He turns his head blearily, his hand wrapped loosely around his glass.
'Yeah. I like royalty.'
He thinks. Most of the time.
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He doesn't want to think about it even for a second.
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If one were to guess the size and shape of the package, the first shape that might come to mind is a human head.
"Cup of tea and my journals, please. Thank you."
He looks like he hasn't slept in days, but it doesn't seem to have put much of a damper on his usual intense demeanour.
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'Sherlock Holmes, ain' it?'
He says this with the air of someone who still doesn't quite belive it, even though he does. He just wants to be awkward to give himself something to think of that isn't that noise in his head.
'Wha's that?'
His head jerks at the package.
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"DCI Hunt. It's a head."
Mm. Tea.
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For some reason, he has no trouble believing it. This bloke has a touch of the mental about him, he can feel it plain as day even in this state.
'Why...or maybe how is a better question...how is it you're carryin' a head aroun'?'
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He's got Fry with him, but the kid is currently occupied with twirling around.
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'Peachy.'
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Gene wasn't looking at the observation window that time, far as he could tell.
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And it isn't said in a way where it could mean anything but yes. For example, he's having one right now, swaying slightly and white as a ghost.
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