Ofice Hours, Tuesday

[3patchproblem]

Since the hotel had somehow become a hive of hormonal debauchery, Sherlock was in his office. Thinking

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[boobs_and_bombs]

Kūkaku never imagined she'd be feeling this way, but there just didn't seem to be enough things in the world to blow up right now to make her feel better. So she thought about what she'd like to blowup the most, which explosion might give her the utmost satisfaction out of any she could ever conceive and she knew right away what that was.

"Fire in the hole!"

She liked to give at least three seconds of warning after lobbing in a nice hissing, smoking explosive in through the door of Sherlock's office and then leaning on the doorframe to see how he'd respond.

So help her, if it wasn't the most beautiful thing in the world, she was going to just go in there and punch him in the face. That would be pretty damn satisfying, too.

[3patchproblem]

Sherlock inhaled, eyes openings wide like he was just waking up. Finally, something exciting to get him moving again.

While he was no John, he was at least quick enough on the draw to move into a crouch on the floor and snatch the bomb back up to throw back at her.

[boobs_and_bombs]

Who had one thumb and was so not going to do warning anymore?

This girl.

"Oh, mother of Go--" Kūkaku ducked as the bomb came flying back and blew up over her head, showering her in ashes and filling the hallway with a small puff of smoke (she wasn't about to set off any alarms, here).

"You moron! Three more seconds, and you'd have blown off your hand! An' there's no way you'd look as good as me with a stump, ya idiot!"

[3patchproblem]

Oh, like that was going to stop Sherlock from grinning like an absolute moron at the thrill of it. "Then perhaps you shouldn't lob bombs at people if that's a concern."

[glacial_witch]

It had been awhile since Karla had been to Max's office and since she was already distracted and twitchy, perhaps she could be forgiven for poking her head into the wrong office.

"Professor Max?" she called. "Are you--oh."

Someone had just noticed the skinny male lying on the couch. On the plus side, her powers of observation had definitely begun suggesting she was in the wrong office.

"Hell's fire."

[3patchproblem]

Sherlock kept his eyes closed, breathing slow and deliberate. It was relaxing, but oh so boring.

"I possess a brain," he informed her helpfully. "That would be first of many clues that you've found the wrong man."

[glacial_witch]

"And a distinct lack of charm," Karla retorted, easily irritated today. "That would be another."

Hello strange teacher! How are you?

[3patchproblem]

"Overrated and wholly unnecessary," Sherlock replied with a wave of his hand. "Charm is the tool of a simple man."

Like John! Though, in his case, not a bad thing.