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[just_cant_lose]

 
So. Hawaii! Gorgeous!

...probably. Jim hasn't seen much of it yet because due to a lack of distraction in the second half of the plane ride (how very dare someone fall asleep, at all, ever), he was forced to watch something on TV. Hateful, of course, except this random program had maths in it, and then a concept of how that maths might be applied, and Jim had scoffed and thrown something at the screen...and then started thinking, and hasn't come up for air since. There's been a car, and then a villa and a private beach and it's probably warm, but he's ignoring all of it because maths. 

There is also, apparently, a door to Milliways for his three-day thing, but he only gives that a glance from the computer in his hands as he wanders to the nearest chair, sits on it and goes straight back to the thing. Like, it's stupid? But that doesn't mean he isn't going to apply himself to proving how stupid it is.


[OOC: Might be some sporadic slows as I'm not well, but otherwise open until the weekend.]

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[cottoncandypink]

Wilford knows that look. It's the distant look of someone so far up his own ass he can't see the light of day. Maybe Jim needs rescuing.

Wilford's over on the sofa as Jim walks in, ostensibly writing a script while his drugged-out puppy sleeps next to him. He pulls his journal out of his inventory, finds an empty page, crumples it up, and throws it right at Jim's head. He nails a perfect bullseye.

Hey, Jim! Wake up!

[just_cant_lose]

'Funny,' he mutters, scowling, and tries to bat it away at least two seconds after it's already hit him.

'Go away, Wilford.'

Because who else is going to throw paper at his head.

[cottoncandypink]

"I was here first."

Bailey starts to whine. And then seems to forget to stop, because she just keeps going. Wilford barely even notices it.

[just_cant_lose]

Jim ordinarily would not notice, or care. Not if he wasn't working - but he is, and the constant whine is annoying.

'You were the one who started throwing-'

He stops and snaps out a word or two in Korean, and then glares when the whining continues. It takes a second or two to refocus and see the puppy is off her face, which is presumably why she isn't behaving. It makes him glare more, but now back at the computer.

'-things, like a child.'

[cottoncandypink]

Whoever's in charge of cleaning the sofa is not going to be happy about the drool-soaked cushion when Wilford leaves.

"You looked like you needed help."

Wilford could do it again. He gives Bailey a little scratch on her head, but the whining continues. Apparently that's just what she wants to do right now, so he'll let her do it.

[just_cant_lose]

'Yes, obviously I need help from you.'

C'mon, Wilford. Jim hits a few keys, looses a beat or two as he stares, then starts typing like a demon, not a single pause for breath or thought.

'Make it stop.'

[cottoncandypink]

"What?"

Oh. Wilford looks down at Bailey. She shows no signs of stopping.

"She's sick. Leave her alone."

[just_cant_lose]

'She's not sick, she's drugged. And was I touching her?'

He does spare half a knowing smile, even while typing, because awwww Wilford, so sweet to be looking out for her already.

[cottoncandypink]

"If you were that drugged up, you'd be sick too."

Wilford... he can't really empathise as such, but he knows how awful it is to have your belly cut open and parts taken out of you. If the dog wants to whine, she can whine. He certainly did.

[just_cant_lose]

'You think I haven't been?'

That's funny. He half-grins at the screen, then falls silent for a full minute as he works. Then; 'got her answering commands, yet?'

[cottoncandypink]

"She's deaf. You know that."

The vet even says so. Because the vet was missing crucial information, but shhhhhh.

[just_cant_lose]

'She wasn't before. What'd you do to her?'

Not that Jim cares, but the chances of Wilford shutting up and going away are slim, so he might as well needle back.

[cottoncandypink]

"Nothing. But the guy who got her picked a bad breeder, apparently."

Wilford knows nothing about it, but that's probably the reason. Bad breeding. That's a thing, right?

[mightbeagoodone]

Hawaii is gorgeous, but Sherlock has seen little of it due to his husband being absorbed in maths.

Sherlock is patient when it comes to Jim. Jim's moods, his needs, his obsessions -- Sherlock can handle them all. (Badly, sometimes. But he still handles it.)

While Jim has been absorbed in doing things with numbers, Sherlock has read, written a bit, and spent a lot of time swimming. And when he comes back into their villa and there's no husband to be found, there's only one place he could be.

Sherlock leans against the back of Jim's chair and deliberately lets a few drops of water fall from his fingertips onto Jim's ear.

[just_cant_lose]

‘Nyah!’

Water. No. Why. Jim shakes his head...and then wonders why water is dripping in the bar, because it doesn’t usually - then makes a deduction without blinking or looking up from his screen.

‘’lo. Is it food?’

[mightbeagoodone]

"It's your husband."

Sherlock leans over the chair, looking so, so sad.

"Your husband who spent the morning swimming because he's got to work off his sexual frustration somehow, and wanking has lost its appeal."

[just_cant_lose]

Jim’s fingers falter on the keyboard.

That was mean, going straight for his weak spot. He tilts his head back to look up.

‘Husband sometimes means food too.’

They’ll address the sexual frustration in a minute.

[mightbeagoodone]

"Do you need to be fed?" Sherlock says mildly. "I'm sure I could arrange something."

[just_cant_lose]

‘I do. But not as much as you need to be kissed, clearly.’

He cranes up a bit, because he cannot be expected to leave his Very Important and only-probably-stupid project. Yet, anyway.

[mightbeagoodone]

Sherlock stoops to kiss him, still holding onto the back of the chair.

[just_cant_lose]

‘Mmm. Hello.’

He smiles a little bit against Sherlock’s lips. A bit contrite too.

‘Am I being neglectful?’

[mightbeagoodone]

"Mm..." Sherlock strokes Jim's cheek. "I don't want to interrupt your great thoughts, but I miss you."

[just_cant_lose]

‘Good.’

He grins mischievously... then turns and kneels on his seat, throwing his arms around Sherlock’s neck.

‘I like being missed. And you think my great thoughts are sexy. I’m sure we could marry the two to do something about your terrible sexual frustration.’

[mightbeagoodone]

"Your great thoughts are sexy," Sherlock says and kisses him again, his arms going around Jim's neck too.

[just_cant_lose]

'Then you should come and lie on a sofa with me, and listen to them. I'll bring food, you'll get turned on by my brilliance - or not, in this case - and then I'll tell you all the things I'm going to do to you to make up for ignoring you. And then we'll go and do them. Or do them here, I don't mind.'

Kissing. Yes. Jim is very hungry. This is the sort of food Sherlock brings that he must have.

'And a towel. You're all wet and sexy.'