itp → BABIES

[workaphilic]

[SUDDENLY BABIES]

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BOY OR GIRL?

[chastise]

Has it, now?

[She's slow about it, just to be obstinate and pilfers his house coat as she does. Irene isn't exactly embarrassed about her state of dress, small silk nightgown that she favours, but she's not about to deal with the cold for his idiotic whims.

Mostly, because she assumes John had simply wished an extra room, like for a lab. She's heard enough complaints about Sherlock's expirements taking over their living room and kitchen.

But what she sees at the doorway gives her pause. Stops her from going any further, but she doesn't back away either. Just stands, a little tense around the shoulders and then turns her head just the slightest bit. Voice low to avoid waking them]

Started in on kidnapping?

BOY, FOR VARIETY

[workaphilic]

[He folds his arms across his chest, keeps his distance. He can't imagine she's any better at these things than he is, but he'd still much rather it be her problem to handle.]

Yes, because I so desperately want to be constantly interrupted by... by whining and screaming and whatever else it is children do.

If ever I felt like breaking into the world of crime, this is not where I would start.

[chastise]

[You're right about that, Sherlock. She isn't much better. She's never been a family driven person, not even in relation to her parents. She's no use for that sort of constriction, especially in her line of work.

Whatever the castle has done changes nothing. She leaves the doorway as a careless gesture. It is his room, his problem, as far as she can tell, it has nothing to do with her]

Then the castle has given you a great...gift. Congratulations, Mr. Holmes. I suggest investing in ear plugs, and a babysitter.