sholmes catchall

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Mm. It all depends on what advice you mean.

[He's drawing back, but letting his hands rest on the other's shoulders, closing his eyes.]

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[ He shifts a little, groggy, but propping himself up on one arm to get a better look at him. ]

Hm... I wonder.

[ His body is rocking a little bit, as if he's about to just collapse forward under the sleepiness. (Thanks for the help, pain pills?) But he's resisting giving in just yet. ]

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...

[Irene perks her ears up just as Sholmes's eyes open to stare up at him. Just a mild, sleepy expression.]

What is it?

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[ His head shakes a little, the hand that was resting on Sholmes' stomach moving up to place on his cheek. For now, he doesn't say anything, just staying like that and watching him. ]

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...

[As the pause continues, the mild expression saddens, shifts, until he just looks...distant.]

Please. Go to sleep. You need to rest.

[And he's turning his face away.]

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[ He sighs, but he doesn't roll over and just lets his body give out so he's partially slumped down on him. Sorry, buddy. He's physically very exhausted and didn't actually mean to collapse like that.

Which also means his head is probably pressed near his neck, his breathing a bit heavier now. ]

Mm...

[ He's not asleep yet, but he's not moving, either. ]

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...

[Well, how is he going to sleep like this.]

[He lets out a slow exhale...but he'll let it linger for a good moment. Just for a moment. And then he's shifting to give them some space between them. Irene tucks herself under his arm.]

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[ He's really out of by this point with everything said and done. But his fingers seek out the edge of Sholmes's outfit. Not to pull him back or anything, but just to hold on.

Maybe to make sure he doesn't leave...? But otherwise, his breathing is getting more shallow, relaxing this fully for the first time in days. ]

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[Things are different now. The feelings of a curse no longer hang over them. He doesn't feel for this man the same way he did two says ago, when they did exactly this.]

[But somehow, this is...the same. In its own way. The same kind of strange comfort that was there before.]

[What a mystery.]

[Sholmes goes to sleep easily, lightly. As if nothing matters.]

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[ Guess two dads are just going to sleep very comfortably together.

Now wouldn't it be funny if they woke up spooning? ]

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[Two dads spooning? Extremely scandalous and NSFW, wow.]

[But eventually he stirs to wakefulness. Right. Right...yes. They needed to meet Rin. No oversleeping, here. He's turning to tap Kotetsu lightly on the shoulder.]

We need to get up. Come now.

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[ How terrible it would be.

But at that tapping, he starts to come to, groggy. It takes him a few times of blinking to actually start putting two and two together what Sholmes just said. ]

Right, right... Rin.

[ He's pushing up a bit. Yep, still sore. Finley is starting to stir at his feet, but doesn't look like she wants to get up, either. ]

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[He's feeling a bit more sober now, and there's a slight ache in his head. He pushes himself off the bed, standing, before turning to the other man.]

Do you need a moment? You're still in pain...

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I've had worse. I can still move.

[ He's in a proper sitting position on the bed, rubbing his face a little. ]

I should probably grab my stuff so I can--

[ And then he pauses, remembering something before jolting up faster than he should and reeling a little. The wave of pain mixed with the grogginess making him stumble. ]

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Oh, hey now...

[He's actually coming over instantly to put a hand on the other's shoulder, trying to stabilize him.]

What's wrong? There's no rush.

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No, I have something pretty important to share with you.

[ He shakes his head, trying to shake that slight dizziness off. ]

I can't believe I forgot about it.

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Important?

[Hm? He's tilting his head.]

What is it?

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It's a note. It's probably a clue to what's going on.

[ See? Important things, sir. ]

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Oh! Alright. [That's interesting.] Ah, where is it?

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It's in my vest. I'll get it.

[ He's starting to stumble toward the bathroom to get it. ]

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I'll get it. Don't you worry.

[Yeah, he's leaving him behind to go grab his sugar-covered vest to take back to him.]

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[ There's a hint of relief when he is handed the jacket instead of Sholmes looking in it. Hm.

But he digs into one of the pockets and extracts a note, handing it over to him. The are written in loopy script "of a learned scholar," contents read:

"These windows between our worlds, opened with greedy hands, have so foolishly been left open - and so we are all punished for that hubris, as the spectres take all that we are." ]

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...Ah. Well, now.

[How very, very interesting.]

So these spectres are punishments for..."windows" left open? Likely whatever let us inside.

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How do you think they opened windows like that? It sounds kind of like something you'd read in a book.

[ But they're here... so. ]

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Mr. Turner, that wizard, stated that his kind could open portals. Nothing as major as this, perhaps, but if that does exist, then perhaps it's a similar principle.