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You Think too Much, Darling (closed for Stormgale)

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Lucille Klaus was a young woman and not a day over 26. She was a woman of intrigue and adventure. She was trained in many different forms of self defense and investigation... her biggest assignment? To pull the ever curious Sherlock Holmes out of his state of seclusion. Not even the talented of most doctors could manage to do this... it was a wonder if Lucille ever managed to pull Sherlock out of this strange behavior he was practicing... but, Lucille just accepted he was a strange man and he would always have strange behavoir. His loneliness just caused it to become more clear once and a while. She just needed to find a way to keep him from being lonely... that was where she came in. Lucille was to be his new companion and she would draw attention to him indeed.

The minute she got to 221 Baker Street, she was immediately sent up to a room by a pushy old woman. When she reached for the knob, the old lady nearly screamed. There had been a gun shot, "That bloody..." she muttered. Lucille stopped the old woman, "Ma'm... do not worry about escorting me in... I understand Mr.Holmes is in this room. I shall go in myself." With that, she thanked the old woman and slipped into the dark room without warning. She closed the door behind her and turned around.

She wore a petticoat that pushed her breasts together making her already ample breasts create an ever more impressive cleavage. So look very sexy from the odd lighting of the room. Yet, she was dressed like any other woman. Her hair was a Carmel color and it had wonderful, flawless locks that matched the innocent doe eyes she had. Her body was made for any man's desire what with the perfect curves and full chest.
 
Sherlock holmes was his usual self when he went into seclusion, Ill kept, his clothing a little singed and his eyes had that minor hint of... madness, amplified by losing himself in his experiments. "Now now there was no gunshot, technically... without a bullot there was no shot, thus just gun" he said, turning to find someone he did not expect. "And who might you..." his eyes in their usual way noted all the things about her "Ah yes you muss be miss... Miss" he paused, checking a chaotic pile of papers for her name "Miss Klaus yes is it, well your services are not required, I have no need of an assistant" he stated matter of factly.
 
Instantly, seeing poor Sherlock in such a case, she felt inclined to help him. If he wanted help or not, that was the least of her worries. In the long run, he would thank her. "Mr.Holmes..." she said looking towards him and placing her things down on the ground, "I am here, sir, and I am here to stay..." she looked towards him raising an eyebrow in fascination at his handling of the gun and what he had explain before. Taking off her petticoat, she draped it over a chair. Then, she walked over to the window. She opened up the curtains so that he could once again become familiar with the natural light. She felt like a mother who was caring for her sick child. She was going to help this man recover no matter what it took.
 
He winced slightly at the light, eyes adjusting "Now then it is quite simple, this is my home and I am busy in experiments" he said matter of factly "The Burning rate of gunpowder, how additional impurities affect it's usage and such" he said, gesturing to the smoky smell in the air "and unless you are up to date on the latest Articles of Chemistry then you are no use to me"
 
She went over to him and bent down her face inches from him. "You best clean yourself up, Holmes, I think we should go for a little walk. I will not be moving from this spot until you listen." She sat down very close by to him and rolled her eyes slightly. He was such a handsome man... but way too intelligent for his own sanity. Not saying she didn't like a smart man... he was most certainly appealing to her... but that was beside the point. She just wanted to get him back into the swing of normal living. And normal living did not consist of rotting away in ones room and living off experiments as much as food.
 
"You should change your attire, most men would assume you were a streetwalker" he commented off handedly, going back tohis work... moving around the obstruction in his room, firing off another shot as he smelt the composition "Hmm Interesting" he added, scribbling something down as he continued working.
 
Her face turned bright red as she turned and looked at him. "Oh could you be a little nicer, Holmes. I am, after all just trying to keep you from becoming a mad man." She watched as he got up again and got to work with the gun. "Fine!" she suddenly huffed getting up and looking towards him. "If you want to do your little experiments... then why don't you show me what you're doing or come up with one we could at least do together..." she looked to him slightly annoyed.

Sighing, she took her hair out as well and rolled up her sleeves best she could. Clearly, she was preparing herself for something hands on. Some experimental. "I really do not like this dress... do you, by any chance, have a pair of slacks and a shirt I could barrow?"
 
"There should be some spare somewhere" he said gesturing to the room "And as I said before: Note you should get your ears checked: I was testing how certain additive compounds affect gunpowder, the smell, sound, force and Even taste of the powder as it is ignited" he added, concocting another batch.
 
She looked towards him with flared nostrils then rolled her eyes. "I see... I'll just... grab something that doesn't look like it's growing something on it." She sighed and made her way around the room in annoyance. Slowly, she slipped off her dress as she found a pair of slacks. She slipped on the pants which were a little baggy and long on her. Then, she started searching the room for a white shirt while she still wore her tight corset. "Goodness.... Holmes... I'm really going to do some cleaning while you work... do you mind?" she asked looking towards him deciding maybe that would be the best way to the start of a new fresh start.
 
"If you move a single research paper, thesis or scrawl of mine then you will have ruined countless months of work" he said, turning and pausing as the corseted bosom was in front of him, eyes appreciating it for a moment. "It is through the chaos that genius can be wrought" he added, meeting her gaze "Are we clear?"
 
She sighed and looked at him for a long moment. Then, she said in a rather cold voice, "Very well... I'll let you keep your room like this... where's your bed though? Can you at least clean yourself up?" she looked towards him with disapproval. "May I please have a shirt... I can't seem to find one... can you find one in this terribly organized room?" she looked towards him slightly short fused.
 
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