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[iagreewithyou]

Who: Sherlock Holmes and Amureka
Where: SOUTH 402
When: Late night.
What: ahahaha. hah. Welp, it's Sherlock and America.

Never did get to this destination having placed word on the 'network' and being carried away with more interesting details. A good exercise in occupying his mind and keeping him from thinking about the larger picture. Ground up, starting over, alone and dealing with the idea that he was not real. His entire life was in a book or on the telly. Until now. A hard concept to wrap his mind around -- and going back to this being alone problem. Perhaps Father's bills had use after all. 

You never appreciate what you have until you don't. Common phrase. Completely inapplicable to Sherlock Holmes. No, he was fine. Work kept him busy, busy was good; boredom was dangerous.

He had details to mull over now, so Holmes finds the building easy enough and the flat. The door unlocked and pushed open just enough for all that light. Ungodly amounts of fake Christmas cheer. Hallmark knockoffs. Singing Santa Clause. Tinsel made to look like greenery, tinsel made to look like snow and ice. Snow flakes, hand woven table runners. He feels bile rising up as, deduced in moment, he concludes his roommate is a lunatic. Possibly an elder woman. (see: lunatic)

He closes the door and stands in the hall for a moment. 

Comments

[amberwaves]

America is completely oblivious to Sherlock's presence. He's busy setting up a train underneath his ridiculously tall, fake white tree! It's got everything from a friendly waving conductor who herds all of the smiling holiday passengers onto the train, to pretty green trees with glittery fake snow on their bows and cute little buildings. The train gives a friendly blow of its horn as it passes by the little plastic post office and even emits a puff of smoke.

It's all very festive and awesome!

[iagreewithyou]

Give him one more moment before trying again and opening the door. Well, no. Any marginal hope that he was just hallucinating was no longer applicable. Fine. Holmes entered and closed the door noticing the person therein this time. They looked young. He tipped his head for a moment as, without word, he enters. He couldn't be that young, however.

Anyway, Sherlock is going to ruin this awesome with a very simple method of picking up that train abruptly and placing it elsewhere. Somewhere close to his area in which he will be sitting and not wanting to deal with this right now.

"Time for bed, isn't it?" Hello America. Very British accent is coming your way.