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Martin was out cold for a lot longer than he would have anticipated. Of course, he woke up without much concept of time until he fully was lucid for a few days. He was set up in quite a nice flat. This Irene Adler really held up her end of the deal and he knew he had struck a deal with the devil, but he was loving it.
So on his second week in London, actually capable of moving about, he got himself a haircut and a shave. He now had the funds so he was able to buy a suit and look quite presentable. Nothing like his incarcerated self.
Then he found the guinea pig cafe.
She had to know that he had 'passed' since it was in the news, causing him to wait a while before coming out of hiding. Still, Martin grinned as he approached the tiny cafe, seeing that it was a bit different than what he had imagined from her description of it. He casually walked inside as if he were anyone else.
"Do I just take a seat anywhere or..."
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"Yeah, my family is in London. They would notice if I was missing." She laughed. "My sister and I go to lectures together sometimes."
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“Well, I would notice if you went missing.” He casually pointed out as if oblivious to her original meaning.
“Lectures?” His single eyebrow goes up as if finding that out of place. “On what?”
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"My dad buys us tickets to feminist lectures, he's trying to make us bond or something."
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“Is your father a feminist?” An odd thing to give his daughters otherwise.
“Have you told them about me?” That they were in communication at least. She had traveled to America numerous times to visit. Clearly they must know something unless she was just that good or not that close to them.
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"He tries to be. It's more that after my Mum died he didn't know what the fuck to do with two grown daughters."
She shrugs, "my sister knows. She said I'm an idiot, but that you're a little hot."
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“Oh, that is sad.” His brow even furrows when he says this; a trained reaction. “I can see why he found your stepmom so quickly.” Despite knowing that it didn’t really help in that area. “Who displays dicks on the wall.” Martin is fascinated by her family and it’s dynamics. “I would certainly love to go to one of her ‘art shows’ if there is another.” He teacher over and placed his hand on hers. “For moral support, of course.”
“Just a little?” He smiles at that. Oh how he loves to be talked about.
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"She says you're going to murder me, and that she won't say she told me so. Which I said it wouldn't matter if I'm dead."
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"Well, then we'll just have to be sure not to prove her right." He began to finish the pieces from his plate. "So text her regularly when we go on our binges." he winked.
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She nudges his ankle under the table.
"She's insane, my sister, an absolute workaholic. Thankful she's finally divorcing the shitty American that she's been married to."
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“She is quite the polar opposite of you. Minus the fact that you both fancy Yanks.”
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Claire didn't have a proper sociopath.
"His name is Martin as well. In a beautiful irony or something."
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“That certainly is a beautiful irony. Let’s hope he drinks himself to death.” Or some other horrible outcome.
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She hates her sisters ex husband.
"Amen" she toasts to that. "Wishing death on people seems fitting for us."
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With another drink, of his glass, Martin set it down. “Now would you like a tour of the upstairs?”
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"I'd love to see upstairs." She wants to get that tour she missed when they first got here.
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Rising from where they sat, he offered a hand for her to rise, leading her up the winding staircase to a lofted upstairs area. It was just as nicely furnished as the downstairs with dark tones and sleek furniture. There were 2 bedrooms and a massive bathroom attached to the master bedroom. It was much more updated than his Manhattan house, but it was still very high end. "They seem to have understood my enjoyment for the finer things. You ought to see the closet space!"
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She takes in the side of the place, the furniture that isn't from ikea.
"I'm only a hint jealous. My entire flat could fit up here."
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"Don't be jealous," He moved in and slid his arm around her waist. "I brought you here to stay with me." he paused for effect before adding, "Not as like, a captive, but you can live here if you want." It almost felt normal.
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Bullshit that is.
"I love that you added not as a captive." She laughs, pulling him close enough to kiss. "Lets give it a few day test run before I move whatever shit of mine is worth moving."
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"That's probably a smart idea," he nodded in agreement. "Have to try out the handcuffs and be sure they're not too tight first- oh! right, not a captive." He jested. "Just kidding..."
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She grins and presses him back into the wall, it's taking a bit of control, but in a way that's playful.
"Mhm, don't tempt me with handcuffs, love." She presses a kiss to his mouth.
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"Oh!" He allows her to push him back to the wall, bringing an amused smile to his lips before he kisses her back. His hands slid around her waist and held her to him. "Darling, I have so many restraints for you." He purred the words as his hands then found her wrists to take hold of in a playful manner.
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She knows he's only allowing her a bit of control for the moment, but it feels delicious.
"You know just what I like."
[ooc- I so want to do a thread of them after she's left the love note.]
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[[ooc- sure! do you want to handwave this bit and start a new thread with that?]]
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[ooc- sounds good I think it would be fun.]
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