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[nogoldfish]

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[hardballsy]

In my experience, it's always the quiet, dignified ones who have the most dark secrets.

[nogoldfish]

Is a penchant for cursing a dark secret?

[hardballsy]

For you? Sounds like it.

[nogoldfish]

[ SIIIIGH ]

Well, seeing as there's no fucking point continuing this discussion ...

[hardballsy]

[That's the point.

That, right there, is the point, and Josh cracks up.]

[nogoldfish]

[ TAKES A DEEP BREATH ]

Good day, mister Lyman.

[hardballsy]

Good day, mister Fuck—

[Oops?]

Excuse me. Mister Holmes.

[nogoldfish]

Mister Lyman.

[ Do not test him, he will fuck you up. ]

[hardballsy]

Please. You can call me Josh if I can call you Mister Fuck.

[TESTING 1, 2, 3.]

[nogoldfish]

Why the-- hell would I agree to that?

[ Not going to say fuck, not going to say fuck. ]

[hardballsy]

Because your other dark secret is that you've got a bone-deep desire to have a little fun once in a while.

But I won't tell. Promise.

[nogoldfish]

My idea of fun does not include ... that.

[hardballsy]

Then what does it include?

[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.