our real estate is a great investment

[cross_and_bow]

"Welcome to Sunshine," says Juliet. "And to my front porch and whatever you do don't hit the light, it'll set Sherlock on fire."

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[pythbox]

"If you don't mind," he says, "I think I'd rather meet the vampire after he's had his breakfast. Where's this building?"

[she_sells_seashells]

"I could teleport you there," offers Shell Bell.

[cross_and_bow]

Juliet just gives him the intersection.

[pythbox]

"Thank you," he says. "When should I be there?"

[cross_and_bow]

"Half an hour," says Juliet, packing up her belongings. And out she goes, Shell Bell turning invisible and following in the air.

[she_sells_seashells]

[There is a thing you'll wanna know, says Shell Bell, [and your Sherlock said I could tell it to you.]

[cross_and_bow]

[Yeah, what?]

[she_sells_seashells]

[In general, Sherlocks and Tonies have sex. With each other. It's not the best surprise to get, so when I thought of it I asked your Sherlock, and this world's not an exception. Your Sherlock and Other Tony haven't with each other, too busy so far, and your Sherlock says he'll clear it with you beforehand if an opportunity even crops up. So, note that when you have your monogamy conversation.]

[cross_and_bow]

[Uh. Okay. That's one reason to reject the "brothers" descriptor.]

[she_sells_seashells]

[No, not really. Mine are actually twins, same deal. I fell down the stairs before they expected me to arrive on their floor and spotted them making out. It led to a difficult conversation.]

[cross_and_bow]

[I'd imagine. Okay. ...You can probably imagine my questions.]

[she_sells_seashells]

[My Sherlock loves me,] says Shell Bell in a sigh. [So much. She loves Tony too, she loved him first, but she loves me. Sometimes I open that up in my mindreading and I can barely breathe. It's okay. It's really okay.]

[cross_and_bow]

[Okay,] says Juliet, after a silence. [Thanks for letting me know. You're right, that would've been a hell of an awkward surprise.]

[she_sells_seashells]

[You'd've done the same for me if our positions were reversed,] says Shell Bell.

And there is Juliet's house. Juliet parks and goes in to microwave some blood; Shell Bell parks in the air, still invisible.

[Told her, she's fine,] she reports to Sherlock.

[eversomuchfun]

[Thank you.]

[she_sells_seashells]

[You're welcome. You almost here?]

[eversomuchfun]

[Nearly, yes.]

[she_sells_seashells]

Shell Bell zooms out to intercept his path and trail him back to Juliet's. She imagines he can smell her; this is fine.

[eversomuchfun]

He gives her a little wave.

[she_sells_seashells]

[Hullo.]

And there is Juliet's house and Juliet with a cup of blood.

[eversomuchfun]

Slurp.

"Delicious breakfast," he says. "Though not as delicious as you, dear Juliet. Back to my future home?"

[cross_and_bow]

"Yes, I think so. I believe Mr. Giles's librarian sensibilities would be offended if any tasting occurred, though."

But Mr. Giles's librarian sensibilities will just have to live with a certain amount of handholding, apparently.

[eversomuchfun]

"Ooh, remind me to kiss Tony in front of him, then," he says brightly.

[cross_and_bow]

"I don't think offending Mr. Giles's librarian sensibilities is the object of this evening," snorts Juliet, "is it?"

[eversomuchfun]

"Only in fun, harmless ways," he assures her.