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if_inconvenient) wrote2010-11-08 07:19 pm
if_inconvenient) wrote2010-11-08 07:19 pm
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One entirely innocuous afternoon, Sherlock places a call through Jarvis to Cal's cellphone.
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It's a call Cal is more than happy to take. He even goes outside to do it.
"Hey."
"Hey."
"Afternoon, Mr Chandler," he says half-teasingly.
"Ugh, not you too."
There is, of course, a porch with tasteful outdoor furniture; Cal settles onto one of the chairs.
"What's up?"
There is, of course, a porch with tasteful outdoor furniture; Cal settles onto one of the chairs.
"What's up?"
"New York is rather more dingy than I remember."
"Which part would you like me to clarify?"
"New York, which is where I currently am, is rather more dingy than I remember it, from when I grew up there. Granted I have never actually been to the city before, but it's the principle of the thing."
"When did you go to New York?"
Didn't Cal just see him yesterday?
Didn't Cal just see him yesterday?
"Oh."
Cal taps his fingers on the table, wishing he'd thought to grab his cigarettes. (In the absence of his daily pot-smoking ritual, that particular habit is taking hold quite nicely.)
"Sometimes when I leave the state, I tell people."
Cal taps his fingers on the table, wishing he'd thought to grab his cigarettes. (In the absence of his daily pot-smoking ritual, that particular habit is taking hold quite nicely.)
"Sometimes when I leave the state, I tell people."
"But I did tell you," he points out quite reasonably. "I am telling you now."
"I tell people before I do it," he corrects himself.
. . . although considering that two of the people he spends the most time with these days are Sherlock Holmes and Peter Beardsley, he probably wouldn't have to.
. . . although considering that two of the people he spends the most time with these days are Sherlock Holmes and Peter Beardsley, he probably wouldn't have to.
"For you or for them?" Cal asks dryly.
"Practically speaking, what is the difference between calling you when I leave and calling you when I arrive? Besides that the latter is infinitely more entertaining."
Cal rolls his eyes.
"Anything else?"
"Anything else?"
"If you would rather I let you know beforehand, I will keep that in mind for next time."
Cal relaxes and exhales a little.
"Thanks," he says.
Taking off without saying anything is . . . something he's going to have a problem with for a while. Maybe for a long while.
"Thanks," he says.
Taking off without saying anything is . . . something he's going to have a problem with for a while. Maybe for a long while.
Cal closes his eyes and thinks for a moment, trying to remember why a trip to New York sounds familiar.
"This is the, uh - investigation thing, right?"
"This is the, uh - investigation thing, right?"
"In the city?"
Cal had vaguely pictured some suburban road somewhere.
Cal had vaguely pictured some suburban road somewhere.
"Oh."
Cal nods, as he tends to do during phone conversations.
"How long do you think you'll be there?"
Cal nods, as he tends to do during phone conversations.
"How long do you think you'll be there?"
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