25 Unicorn St, Thursday Evening

[3patchproblem]

With Shiba at the performance in town, this was the perfect time to break into her house and get revenge for her tampering with his nicotine patches. It wasn't terribly hard to get in and find her room. You only had to follow the smell of gun powder

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[on_her_korhal]

Kerrigan had sensed the intrusion earlier, yes, this much was true, but the fact of the matter was that as with many things on the island, she didn't care. At least, she didn't, until the intruder in question strayed a little too close to her own possessions.

And so upon exit of Shiba's room, Sherlock would find himself under the scrutiny of a tall, severe-looking redhead.

"Lost something?"

[3patchproblem]

"Not at all," Sherlock replied, giving her an almost dismissive once over. Dismissive if one didn't realize how much scrutiny he was putting someone through.

[on_her_korhal]

An ordinary telepath might've gotten lost in that brain, but Kerrigan was anything but ordinary. "Really," she said, dryly. "Would you like to run that past me again, hotshot?"

[3patchproblem]

Whether or not I've lost something?"