IC inbox

[nogoldfish]

This is an IC inbox. It exists now. Go wild.

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[nogoldfish]

[ A pause. ]

Why do you want to know?

[ Are you ... interested???? ]

[hardballsy]

[Well now he sure is.]

I've heard tell that it's one of those things people talk about sometimes.

[nogoldfish]

[ Not with him, it isn't. ]

Reading. Watching old movies. Spending time with Sherlock.

[ Playing Operation with Sherlock, but he'll leave that detail out. ]

[hardballsy]

[That's cute. Mycroft's cute.]

Lemme guess: Film noir and... romance novels?

[The laugh in his voice says he's definitely kidding.]

[nogoldfish]

[ Well, he's not laughing. ]

Very funny.

[hardballsy]

I try. Seriously, though. Gimme something to work with.

[nogoldfish]

What the bleeding hell is that supposed to mean?

[ IF YOU WANT SOMETHING JUST GET TO THE POINT ]

[hardballsy]

Do you ever, like —

[How to put this without sounding rude?

Ah, screw it.]

Interact with other people?

[nogoldfish]

I prefer not to.

[hardballsy]

Alright, Bartleby.

[nogoldfish]

[ Give him a few moments to sift through his memory and try to figure out that reference.

... Well, fuck that. ]

Are you done?

[hardballsy]

I guess.

[nogoldfish]

Good day.

[ HANGING UP ]

[hardballsy]

B—

[Oh.

Okay.]

[nogoldfish]

[ Yeah go fuck yourself tbh. ]