Mr. Monk and the Need for CR

[mr_panophobic]

[So, as per his daily routine, Mr. Monk is going to take his walk through town, counting off, if not fence posts he's ticking under his fingers, his own steps out loud as he goes.]

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10.

[He is making sure to take precisely two steps on each square of concrete at the sidewalks, and when he comes across a mailbox or a flag

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[eldest_hatter]

[Sophie is on her way back from the flower shop, carrying a small bouquet she intended to bring home to decorate the kitchen with.]

Oh! Hello Mr. Monk!

[mr_panophobic]

A-ah! Hello Miss Hatter. [Crap! Lost count! D^:]

[eldest_hatter]

Jenkins, actually. [She smiles and shifts the bouquet a bit.] How are you doing today?

[ooc: If I slipped and she told him Hatter, I'm really sorry. >_<]

[mr_panophobic]

A-all right. [Where were we? Where were we?!?!]

(ooc: It's more likely a case of ME not remembering. |^D)

[eldest_hatter]

[Noting his distress.] Is something the matter?

[ooc: It's all good!]

[mr_panophobic]

I lost count.

[eldest_hatter]

Lost count of wh- [She takes note of the fence he's standing next to.]

Oh! The fence posts? Why exactly were you counting them? Is one missing?