video; around mid-day

[topslug]

[ The interior of Yako's office is pretty much a familiar sight by now, since most of her posts seem to made from there. She seems to be having trouble with the camera, though, since the feed keeps jerking around. Curiously, the microphone seems to be filled with the sounds of... snuffling? ]

Ah! Don't chew on that! Hang on, Mr. Holmes--

[ Yako's

Comments

voice;

[sittingtype]

... Puppies?

[ John's delighted! and confused! ]

[topslug]

[ hmm? she feels like she should know this guy, but he's not really ringing any bells. in any case, she responds with video, holding up a particularly wiggly puppy up to the camera. ]

Yup! Are you interested in getting one?

[sittingtype]

[ John seems to have that kind effect on people but today, he's disarmed by the video feed of puppies to get annoyed over it. he wets his lips thoughtfully before replying. ]

Oh, definitely.

[topslug]

Great! Then you should come by when you can. I'm sure Mr. Holmes will be happy to know that one of them is going to go to a good home, Mr...?

[sittingtype]

Erm. John Watson.

[topslug]

I don't think we've had the chance to meet before, Mr. Watson. I'm Yako Katsuragi.

[ Wait a sec. ]

Ah, do you and Mr. Holmes know each other?

[sittingtype]

Yes, we know each other pretty well. He's my flatmate.

[ and he's probably splitting hairs right about now. ] How do you know him, Miss Katsuragi?

[topslug]

[ A flatmate, hmm? That's surprising, but curiously gratifying-- Sherlock hadn't seemed the type to have one. ]

I wouldn't say I know him, exactly. We've spoken to each other once or twice, and I think I've seen his name on the news feed sometimes.

[ Much like he's probably seen her own, but for as long as Sherlock doesn't bring it up, she's happy not to talk about it. ]

[sittingtype]

Oh. Sorry, I just assumed you knew each other.

[ John might be apologizing for more than just that slip-up. Sherlock doesn't exactly look happy, from what he's seeing on his end. ]

[topslug]

[ Well Yako's in the same room as Sherlock, more or less, but all she can see and hear (partly) is Sherlock's end of the conversation. Argument. Thing. Though that's enough for her to get an idea of what's going on... ]

It's fine!

So, um, would you like to drop by and meet the puppies yourself? [ Maybe you'll have a better chance of convincing Sherlock to take one if you do it in person... ]

[sittingtype]

[ they aren't arguing! it's just... a little spat fringing on becoming a full-blown argument about flat mate etiquette. sort of. ]

Uh.. yeah, I can do that. Give me a few minutes.

[topslug]

[ Ahaaahaahaa. Yeah, she isn't touching that with a ten-foot pole. ]

Sure. Just let me know.

[sittingtype]

It looks promising but... er, could you keep an eye on him in the meantime? It looks like he's about to have a conniption.

[topslug]

Do you think some coffee would help?

[sittingtype]

It'll be a good start.

[topslug]

Then I'll go and put some on.

See you later, Mr. Watson.