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[docwithablog]

the first | action
the second | random scenario
the third | action
the fourth | texting
the fifth | action
the sixth | action
the seventh | shipping picture prompt
the eighth | action
the ninth | texting
the tenth | texting
the eleventh | action
the twelfth | texting
the thirteenth | action
the fourteenth | texting
the fifteenth | action
the sixteenth | action
the seventeenth | action (unfinished)

Comments

[acuriousincident]

First, out of six.

[docwithablog]

That's your wrist.

Your veins look better than they are, by the way. I know for a fact that they roll.

1/2

[acuriousincident]

[ Attached: 155711.png ]

[ Pictured: If you squint, you can see a small segment of white buildings in the backgrounds, the smooth, Corinthian columns of London Business School. In the absolute foreground, however, is a long slice of neck - Sherlock's, naturally - his earlobe visible in the top of the shot, along with a few, dark curls. The skin is unmarred and smooth. He's pushed his scarf down with his other hand. ]

[acuriousincident]

This is clue number 2, John. As I'm getting closer to home, I hope you're taking note.

[docwithablog]

Very nice, biteable neck, that's -- really all I'm seeing.

1/2

[acuriousincident]

Good for you.

[acuriousincident]

[ Attached: 155713.png ]

[ Pictured: A seemingly random snap-shot of Sherlock's trouser leg, right above the left knee, more specifically, the inside of his thigh. In the background, you can glimpse traffic lights, people passing by close to Sherlock - it's the no doubt familiar juncture between Baker Street and Park Road. ]

1/2

[docwithablog]

Fine, so we've got your wrist and your neck and now your thigh and I'm supposed to gain something from that... For God's sake, Sherlock, what -- wait.

[docwithablog]

Ah. Okay, good, I -- Yes, all right.

You'll be here in a moment, yes?

[acuriousincident]

Five minutes.

[docwithablog]

Go straight to my bedroom. Don't even lose the coat.

[acuriousincident]

... yes.