we are invariably pleased to welcome tourism

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Sherlock is usually very puncutal. He's only one minute late, but that's still not quite as punctual as usual. Bella peers out the window, not yet allowing herself outright concern.

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[eversomuchfun]

He takes her hand and kisses it before he starts walking. Because he can.

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He most certainly can. (He can make her giggle, too.)

They encounter a demon on their way home! It has been hiding in some shrubbery, although Sherlock might notice it anyway before it jumps out and jogs towards them. It seems extremely confused. It also seems hungry.

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Indeed he does, and as the demon exits the shrubbery, Sherlock kisses her hand again and says, "Shall I take care of this one, love?"

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"Let's see how I do," she says after a quick check for onlookers. "I recognize this one," she adds, stepping in front of them and leaping at the demon. "Long - unpronounceable -" The demon fights back, but she's faster - "name with - lotta H's in - and you have to -" She pulls off a sacrifice throw; the demon goes flying and she rolls up to her feet again - "twist anything you wanna -" She uses its attempt at an uppercut to vault to stand on its shoulders and grab hold of its head. "Remove," she says, twisting. "Also they eat human livers and they dissolve into soap bubbles when they die!" she adds, sounding like a tour guide on a tame safari ride while she hops off its shoulders and drops the removed head onto the rest of its collapsing (and indeed dissolving) body.

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He applauds lightly.

[cross_and_bow]

"The soap bubbles thing is convenient," she says. (She's taken to carrying a water bottle to practices and she didn't drink it all tonight; she pours a little on the dissoluble demon to help it along with running down a storm drain.) "These guys sometimes travel in packs but a pack would've joined us by now. Thank you, Mr. Giles's Stalling For Time Homework. Anyway. Onward."

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"Highly educational," he says, taking her hand again.

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"I could've been fighting with that thing for an hour before trying the twisting thing," agrees Bella, interlacing their fingers.

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He laughs and kisses her cheek.

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Heeee kisses.

"Was that thing unusually incompetent or am I just awesome? Trying to determine a timeline for appearing at a demon nest and letting some of them live for worldwide symbolic power. I'd rather emerge from same with all my limbs. In fact, all my digits, too, I'm fond of those. I might want to drive to L.A. first if there's a good place to find demons there, so not everyone who wants to prove themselves by taking on the Slayer descends on my hometown."

[eversomuchfun]

"There are several good places to find demons in L.A., yes."

[cross_and_bow]

"Buy mask with good visibility, drive to L.A., possibly this weekend, slay some, turn others into the demonic equivalent of the panicked media," says Bella, mostly to herself.

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"As awesome as you in fact are, I still feel like I should accompany you in case of mischance," says Sherlock.

[cross_and_bow]

"It's a few hours each way and hotels aren't free; how much would you object to traveling in the back of my pickup under a tarp?"

[eversomuchfun]

"Not at all."

[cross_and_bow]

"Okay then. Fortunately, I have a tarp. Do you happen to know how populated the graveyard is by day?"

[eversomuchfun]

"Strictly going by indirect evidence, of course, my guess is not very."

[cross_and_bow]

"Should be doable to pick you up without having to button-mash anyone's rationalization centers," concludes Juliet.

[eversomuchfun]

He laughs.

[cross_and_bow]

"Do you have a way to get from crypt to road without catching fire or should I carry the tarp over and knock?"

[eversomuchfun]

"I do not," he says, "so that would be best."

[cross_and_bow]

"Okay then. We have a plan. I might even let Mr. Giles in on it tomorrow depending on how he reacts to prior revelations."

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"Won't that be interesting."

[cross_and_bow]

"It very well might. G'night, Sherlock," says Bella, and she lets go of his hand and heads for the door.

"Wait," she calls, when she sees where the door leads. "...Er, I can turn off the porch light, if you want to come?"

[eversomuchfun]

"That would be delightful, yes."