[A little! Not terribly much, but one gets the notion of what Sholmes’ living spaces often look like back home — the remnants of clutter have begun to take shape at a desk, piled with books from the library. Papers, strewn and stolen away from Da Vinci’s workshop. His detective’s coat and cap, the former folded across the back of a chair.
Probably plenty of other random trinkets, too, from around the prison. Is that a surfboard from the surf shop? Yes, it is, leaning against the opposite wall. It’s fine!
The smell of tobacco smoke lingers; it’s strong in here.]
I understand. Though I must point out that everyone has been nothing but… understanding. Through all of this.
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Probably plenty of other random trinkets, too, from around the prison. Is that a surfboard from the surf shop? Yes, it is, leaning against the opposite wall. It’s fine!
The smell of tobacco smoke lingers; it’s strong in here.]
I understand. Though I must point out that everyone has been nothing but… understanding. Through all of this.
[except some ppl on unicorn]