❝ I’m the monster. I’m the villain, ❞ he says dryly, as though stating the weather forecast for the day.
"I'm sorry, and you are--?" the consulting detective retorted, his tone irreverent. Icy blues fixated on the case file in front of him, dismissing the other. Sherlock had enough problems to deal with without a new chess piece coming onto the board. "Now, if don't mind excusing yourself, I have a case to crack." he waves off the other refocusing on the task in front of him.
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