we can't think, we can't stop;

[workaphilic]

Who: Sherlock Holmes and YOU.
What: Smoking is permissible in designated areas only. Theoretically.
When: NOW
Where: Library
Rating: PG for nicotine??

[He's an odd one, Sherlock Holmes, if you're somehow fortunate enough not to have noticed already. Usually he keeps the bulk of it restricted to his flat, but today he's taking the library.

Something about the chairs must be interrupting his thought-process, because he's taken a seat on top of one of the tables, smack-dab in the center. Scattered around him are more than a few books on various topics, from apiology to the botany of different worlds. He has one open in his lap.

He's not reading it right now, though. Right now he's apparently decided that this is the best time to light up a cigarette, surrounded by all this paper.

All in all, it's a bit of a spectacle.]

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[workaphilic]

[Sherlock doesn't look up. He just turns the page of his book and sighs, heavy and melodramatic.]

What?

[He draws the word out impatiently, like he's already tired of being interrupted.]