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[drwhitly]

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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[statuethief]

"Just give her regular 'still not dead' updates. I did when I went to the states."

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."

[drwhitly]

“That’s right! I forgot that she was married to an American! An alcoholic wanker, I believe you said once.” He was quite amused by the drama; he hadn’t gotten much in prison.

“She is quite the polar opposite of you. Minus the fact that you both fancy Yanks.”

[statuethief]

"Somehow hers was actually worse than you. You're very nice and presentable when you want to be. He was just a bastard all the time."

Claire didn't have a proper sociopath.

"His name is Martin as well. In a beautiful irony or something."

[drwhitly]

“Worse than me? Well that’s certainly saying something.” Martin’s eyebrows went up but then he did jog some of his memory. “He was the one that came onto you or groped you but then told her that you did it to him- same guy?”

“That certainly is a beautiful irony. Let’s hope he drinks himself to death.” Or some other horrible outcome.

[statuethief]

"Yeah. He kissed me at my sister's birthday party. He's a prize."

She hates her sisters ex husband.

"Amen" she toasts to that. "Wishing death on people seems fitting for us."

[drwhitly]

“I hope you slapped him.” As if he was so righteous about women safety and consent. He toasted to that notion that they were wishing death upon this waste of life.

With another drink, of his glass, Martin set it down. “Now would you like a tour of the upstairs?”

[statuethief]

"You'd get a bigger boner if I'd stabbed him."

"I'd love to see upstairs." She wants to get that tour she missed when they first got here.

[drwhitly]

"I would," He laughed, not denying the obvious. "And I would ask you for all of the dirty details."

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!"

[statuethief]

"And if I couldn't vividly describe it to you, who could I?"

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."

[drwhitly]

"Well, you're no longer seeing that shrink, are you? So I supposed no one."

"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.

[statuethief]

"I think telling your shrink you stabbed someone means they tell the cops."

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."

[drwhitly]

"Is that how that works? Can't say I've ever spoken to one outside of prison." Because why would he?

"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..."

[statuethief]

"Yeah. If you're a danger to yourself or others."

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.

[drwhitly]

"Then it's a good thing that neither of us go to therapy," he concluded jokingly.

"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.

[statuethief]

"Any therapist would be thrilled to have me right now."

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.]

[drwhitly]

"Then that would make two of us," he played on her words, kissing her as he brought his face close to hers.

[[ooc- sure! do you want to handwave this bit and start a new thread with that?]]

[statuethief]

"I'm sure you had years of lovely therapeutic analysis."


[ooc- sounds good I think it would be fun.]

[drwhitly]

[[ooc - would you like to start that or should I? I'm good with either :) ]]

[statuethief]

Ooc- would you? I love your little gif+ starters.

[drwhitly]

ooc-- sure! Do you just want it to start when he finds the love note?

[statuethief]

Ooc- aw. That sounds perfect. These two trainwrecks.

[drwhitly]

Here you go! :)