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[dissemble]

[Does the girl look relieved or sad that John's taken the package to cover his... package? He can decide for himself. She's still quite pink.]

I- um. I just needed to get a signature. [The removal of the package reveals a clipboard and pen in one hand.] It's a delicate package [Are her eyes lingering on the box held protectively over John's.... ? Oh right. His eyes are up there.], so someone has to sign that it arrived in one piece.

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[ his dream just took a weirdly jealous turn.








how weird, right? ]

[dissemble]

[shhh go back to sleep. your package is safe and sound]

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[ o ok good nomnom sleep ]

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[Juggling the package and the pen and clipboard at the same time, while keeping whatever modesty he has left is a challenge. One John rather thinks he fails at, but eventually a sloppy approximation of a signature is on the paper and he's holding the box with both hands secure again.]

Who sent it?

[The package is clearly addressed to him and Sherlock, which is...a bit strange considering they're at Greg's bloody house and not the hotel right now, how did the courier even know they would be here?]

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[John fails rather spectacularly at retaining his modesty, as evidenced by the girl's sudden surprised jump when John speaks to her again.

She reaches quickly for the clipboard.]

I think there's a card inside?!

[It will read: ";)". The cake inside really speaks for itself]

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Yes, but from who? You must have seen who requested you deliver the package in the first place.

[He isn't opening the box yet, especially not while someone else is around to witness it. Doesn't feel heavy enough to be any of the things he's dreading though. Like a severed limb.

This is Hell, after all.]

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I don't know. I'm just delivery. [She sounds apologetic as she signs her own name on the form.]


[There are two angels standing on the street staring and whispering.]

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Right.

[John sighs, just wanting to get out of the public eye now.]

Fine. Ta, very much for your trouble.

[dissemble]

[John you brought this upon yourself.]

Enjoy your package. [Was that a wink!?!?]