[Yujin has had plenty of time with the details of 221B while recreating it. Instead of taking all of it in again, his eyes go straight to Holmes, watching the younger man's expression and anticipating a reaction. Maybe it's too forward, or he's comparing him to his own partner too much again, or the rooms look completely different... in fact, just as Holmes begins to say he doesn't recognize the place, Yujin's beginning to worry this was a mistake.
Fortunately, Holmes recognizes something. Those old bullet holes, of all things. At least Sholmes' impulsivity had paid off for something.]
Sholmes was eighteen. [With an amused huff, Yujin folds his arms over his chest, staring up at the "VR" himself.] It's for the better, if you ask me. The bullet holes don't add very much to the appearance, nor the atmosphere, of the room.
[Nor does the clutter, here and there. But he'd wanted to keep it accurate-- no secrets, or smoothing anything over, for Holmes' sake to be had here-- so Sholmes' messy desk and paperwork have stayed.
Almost instinctively, Yujin takes a seat in his old chair by the hearth. There's a rollicking fire behind the grate, and a pot of sweet-smelling tea atop the trunk used for a coffee table.]
Come, have a seat, Holmes. Once we set out on the next mission, I'm not sure when we'll be able to have a conversation like this again.
[ If Mikotoba sits in the seat on the left while facing the fire, Sherlock will give a small look of "you're in my spot" before taking his own seat. (Despite his room being on the right and Watson's on the left and their desks being on the same sides, their chairs by the fire are the opposite.) ]
I suppose our time is running short. What did you wish to speak of?
[ There is so much light in this room. Is this really the same dreary London? ]
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Date: 2024-02-07 10:22 am (UTC)Fortunately, Holmes recognizes something. Those old bullet holes, of all things. At least Sholmes' impulsivity had paid off for something.]
Sholmes was eighteen. [With an amused huff, Yujin folds his arms over his chest, staring up at the "VR" himself.] It's for the better, if you ask me. The bullet holes don't add very much to the appearance, nor the atmosphere, of the room.
[Nor does the clutter, here and there. But he'd wanted to keep it accurate-- no secrets, or smoothing anything over, for Holmes' sake to be had here-- so Sholmes' messy desk and paperwork have stayed.
Almost instinctively, Yujin takes a seat in his old chair by the hearth. There's a rollicking fire behind the grate, and a pot of sweet-smelling tea atop the trunk used for a coffee table.]
Come, have a seat, Holmes. Once we set out on the next mission, I'm not sure when we'll be able to have a conversation like this again.
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Date: 2024-02-07 11:24 pm (UTC)I suppose our time is running short. What did you wish to speak of?
[ There is so much light in this room. Is this really the same dreary London? ]