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[ oh, she can see it on him, what the oni did, the way he moves. toddles forward, semi-consciously hanging up the call, and thumps her face against his chest. ]

Herlock...

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[An arm goes around her immediately, never mind how it hurts to lift it that way. Ah, he expected this.]

Sprezzatura. Chin up, now. You can see all is quite well.

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[ chin down, thank you very much.

muffled, ] She went after everyone. May I come in?

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["Everyone"? Oh. Terrible business, indeed; though not wholly unexpected. Let out so rarely, of course the oni would want to cause as much trouble as possible, confined not only to Sholmes.]

Yes. [He ushers her in, gingerly, should she raise her face away from his chest. Better to speak in private.] I would not have you stand out in the hall.

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[ easily ushered, her. she drifts one hand down to lace her fingers with his, just the tips.

what she wants is to wrap her arms and legs around him like a koala, to be held closely and securely, to breathe deep and feel him breathing in time. but it would hurt him more to do that, so holding hands will have to do. I'm sorry. I'm still here. ]

Do you need card? I have already bought...

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[Just the tips? No, Sholmes adjusts his hand so that he is holding hers properly, warm and steady. Soreness be damned; his hand is fine, at least!]

A card? For a bruise or two? No, that would be a waste. Besides, I'm a stubborn sort. I am sore at most, and that will not stop me from moving about as I like.

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[ flip-flop, her heart. her posture straightens, as though the small gesture of adjusting how he holds her hand has sent a spark through her. ]

I thought... perhaps tonight, I would give Herlock Sholmes little reprieve.

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Oh?

[And 'oh' of curiosity. What could she mean by that? Who is he not, but Herlock Sholmes?

-Well, he's plenty.]

Oh!

[An 'oh!' of realization.]

I presume... You may wish to spend the evening in the presence of a beautifully refined woman? I suspect you do not mean the bailiff outfit, though I am fond of the moustache.

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[ bailiff? oh, you and i are so going to introduce roleplaying in the bedroom...

gives his hand a squeeze. abruptly shy. ]

Would you mind?

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Mind it? Not at all. It has been a while since Ms Adler has been in the company of someone just as lovely as her.

[Oh, he does not mind in the least. Does she see this glint in his eyes that cannot be tamped down by bruises or pain? That is the look of a man who delights in costumes, in changing his clothes, his persona. He has always been this way; it is fun to him.]

Though I may need assistance... ah, getting dressed. Do you mind aiding me?

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[ she must confess an interest in the idea of watching him methodically become another person entirely. without magic, without illusion... and into a woman, at that. how? what will he look like?

slowly... leans her head to the side until she's resting it against his arm. ]

Of course I would, lapochka.

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[Lovely, of course.

And here, he ducks down just enough to place a kiss on her forehead.]

Then let me show you her usual attire.

[They'll need to privacy of his room, first, and so he leads her to it. Upon entry, he'll close the door behind him, and he's off to fuss around within his closet -- whether or not she still wants to be guided with, hand-in-hand, is up to her.]

The suggestion box is an invaluable resource when it comes to obtaining my old disguises, costumes, et cetera. And dresses too, of course.

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[ she is helpless to his beck and call, like he is the moon and she is the water. of course she follows him. though... with a murmur beneath her breath, she also sets her Mage Hand to quietly turn the lock. she does not trust herself to be normal about this. ]

Why have you never worn any?

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[Girl, are either of them normal about anything?]

And who says I have not! Perhaps I have lurked just 'round the corner in disguise and you have not noticed!

[He laughs, the sound reveberating in the closet.]

Though, I should mention that I have "worn" Ms Adler once upon my arrival here.

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[ the fact that he really could have done. ]

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For what purpose?

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[He could have.]

Ah, a “date” with Mr Inui. Though at the time, it was more of a trial than not. He found it embarrassing to be in the presence of a flirtatious woman, and I had hoped to… acclimate him to the experience.

[rip Juzo Inui]

Ms Adler has not had an outing since.

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[ that's certainly not the explanation she might have expected. but then again, what would have been?

she turns her gaze up towards him, very open. did it work, she wonders? Mister Inui, flustered by flirtatious women... never would have guessed. ]

Then I am glad to ask her join me tonight.

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[Very flustered. Oh, if she only knew.

For now, though, Sholmes unearths himself from the depths of his relatively messy closet, but holding tightly onto a dress that looks rather similar to this. He holds it against his frame.]

Mm, what do you think? A bit of accessorizing, the right boots, and of course the right hat, a proper wig... And I think it might be fine for an outing wherever the two of you choose.

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[ Oh No. she can already feel herself being so not normal about this. ]

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[ her tail gives a little swish. she swallows dryly. ]

I love colour.

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[Sprezzatura....are you okay]

And the style, too, I hope?

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[ IM GREAT ]

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Yes, of course! Very flattering... cut...

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[He looks at her for a moment, considering. Eyebrows raising. For a second... knowing, perhaps.

But then it's gone. A wide smile, then he hands her the dress without warning and begins unbuttoning the front of his waistcoat.]

Perfect. I will have to unearth her corset, too, of course. That you will have to aid me with.