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1107 Sweet Cream Street

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From:

thewarningafter

[He does laugh at that, a brief huff not entirely unlike a sound Sherlock might make.]

Alright. What've you got? I don't really wear dress shoes anymore.

From:

howdull

Several pairs of boots, some trainers, some standard dress shoes. You can let yourself in and take your pick when you like.

[He really doesn't care, they're just material possessions.]

So. The cloak, you need to persuade it to sit on my shoulders.

From:

thewarningafter

Shouldn't be too hard. Like I said, it can sit on your shoulders or it can stay home, and I know it won't want me out of its sight.

[So saying, he reaches up to swing his cloak off his shoulders...and ends up just tugging at it a few times as it stays resolutely attached to him.]

From:

howdull

[One eyebrow raises in amusement, before he addresses the cloak directly.]

I am loaning my Heart for the occasion, surely you are not implying that Stephen is so pitiful as to be incapable without your protection for the evening?

From:

thewarningafter

[Another tug. It remains resolutely where it is -- implying that yes, it does think so.]

Oh, come on!

[Stephen pauses, eyes narrowing in thought. Time to taunt his clothing, see if that helps.]

Or maybe you're afraid of Sherlock? Can't be.

From:

howdull

Perhaps it must be, I suppose it would be intimidating to sit on the shoulders of a genius.

[Sorry, Stephen, as accomplished a doctor as he is, Sherlock doesn't think of him as a fellow genius.]

From:

thewarningafter

[Stephen shoots him a glare, because which of them is both a neurosurgeon and a sorcerer, again?]

Or it's worried it's going to be obligated to protect you the next time you get stabbed in the back. Which it's not, by the way.

[Sherlock's words are what finally gets Levi to let go and let Stephen swing it off his shoulders. Rather than waiting for Sherlock to reach for it, though, the cloak slips around behind the detective to attach itself to his back, seeming somehow to project the impression that it's sulking all the while. It's warm and heavy, and there's a certain tension across his shoulders where it lies.]

From:

howdull

[He sniggers as the sulking cloak settles around his shoulders, folding his fingers into the cloth experimentally.]

Come now, you and I can get along for this one evening, don't be so childish.

From:

thewarningafter

[Stephen's eyes remain narrowed, but he doesn't comment -- this was his idea and he'll see it through even if Sherlock is being a prick to his relic.]

It won't be used to being told who to be with. Relics choose their owners, not the other way around.

From:

howdull

It's an interesting concept, this sentience, where does it come from? The cloak has nowhere to hide a brain, so how are such decisions made?

[He wants to take it apart and find out.]

From:

thewarningafter

Uh, magic?

[It's a true answer, but he knows it's a cop-out.]

The whole point of relics is that they house power a human can't handle channeling directly.

From:

howdull

Can't you reverse engineer the magic to properly analyse it?

[He doesn't particularly like magic, but he's determined to understand it all the same.]

From:

thewarningafter

If I knew how to do that, don't you think I would have made twenty or thirty relics by now? This is high level stuff.

From:

howdull

Teach me magic, I'll be able to work it out once I have the basics.

[Said with utter and complete self confidence.]

From:

thewarningafter

[Stephen actually snorts in amusement.]

Uh...no thanks. I've seen what you get up to without access to magic.

From:

howdull

Perhaps the application of magic will teach much needed discipline.

[Not.]

From:

thewarningafter

...No, it's not going to do that.

You have everything you need, then? For the costume.

From:

howdull

I suppose so. A magic book might complete the ensemble.

[He will never give up.]

From:

thewarningafter

Oooh, too bad I don't have any.

[So sorry, Sherlock. His life is real hard like that.]

From:

howdull

That's alright, I can ask Zephyr for one.

[The most innocent of smiles.]

From:

thewarningafter

...There's a shelf of texts on the Mirror Dimension in the library.

[Which is...not great in terms of things Sherlock could get into, but probably less harmful than if he were to ask after some random magic and get his hands on something really dangerous. And, too, Stephen hopes his defeated air will make Sherlock think that's the only reason he's given in as far as this. Maybe if Sherlock tries to take the books home and hoard them he'll run into the same wall Stephen did and find himself unable to access them at all.]