Well, perhaps no more so than out in the living room. And by merit of having less things to clutter, there's technically less clutter, but it is of course a smaller space, and therefore maybe it seems just as disorderly as what she's already viewed.
I'm taking lots of cues from the Granada show because I'm not creative but: there is a small unmade bed with items askew atop it, newspapers stacked in the corner, and framed ink-sketched drawings hanging on the wall. A window that affords the view of Baker Street below, curtains half-drawn. A nightstand beside that.
And across the room, dressers and drawers, and tucked away next to all that, something which might serve as a vanity table, for all the makeup and wigs and whatnots spread across its surface, too.]
Not medically!
[...Probably not the sexiest retort as he steps into his room, pausing as though to figure out where to set her down.]
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Well, perhaps no more so than out in the living room. And by merit of having less things to clutter, there's technically less clutter, but it is of course a smaller space, and therefore maybe it seems just as disorderly as what she's already viewed.
I'm taking lots of cues from the Granada show because I'm not creative but: there is a small unmade bed with items askew atop it, newspapers stacked in the corner, and framed ink-sketched drawings hanging on the wall. A window that affords the view of Baker Street below, curtains half-drawn. A nightstand beside that.
And across the room, dressers and drawers, and tucked away next to all that, something which might serve as a vanity table, for all the makeup and wigs and whatnots spread across its surface, too.]
Not medically!
[...Probably not the sexiest retort as he steps into his room, pausing as though to figure out where to set her down.]
Here we are then. Where sleep evades me!