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[iagreewithyou]

[ a text message comes across people’s screens: ]
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[ After half a minute, another: ]
Can’t think coffee into hand. COA: bullocks.

[ ooc: fyi, The password is three ]

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[veryproud]

[Funny how this works. You can't believe anything around here, Sherlock must be thinking. Not really. He'll question everything. ]

I'm not.

[ Not officially. It came out without hesitation. He doesn't work with the force. Or anyone, really. He observes. He contributes when there's something to contribute. No badge to flash. He won't sign up for anything officially yet. Maybe he's not even really here. It could be a coma. Spear-induced coma. One long hallucination. Who knows. He'll never let that openly bother him. ]

I work at the high-school. Guidance counselor.

[iagreewithyou]

[ Sherlock sits back as his hands fold into his lap and eyes steady on he man. It's not like him to make eye contact unless he was looking for something but regardless whether or not it was socially correct to do so, Holmes just took a moment to watch him in silence.

Coulson is right. Holmes trusts everything far less than he already trusted anything. After a moment he gets up abruptly, pockets his phone, and leaves.

However a few moments after that he's back again to at least pay for the coffee and wave thanks. ]