[An older version of himself called this teenaged version callow, once. And while that remains true, the foundation of Sholmes' inquisitive mind still thrives within him, and some of the most basic talents remain steadfast.
Which includes baseline observational skills. "Baseline" by his own standards, anyway. He follows her gaze as though she had painted a sign pointing at her ring finger, where there glistens... well. A ring.]
Inmates? [Wait, what? No, don't get distracted.] So you say, bafflingly so, I might add— But your wandering gaze betrays you, madam. Follow its trail and it leads to glittering ring adorning your hand.
[He reaches down, taking her hand and lifting it up to further examine, as long as she doesn't pull away again.]
Which holds some meaning, I would imagine.
[A ring............. wait. What? What????
One small blessing in Sprezzatura's favor: the most obvious connection to make, when it comes to a relationship and a ring, resounds so utterly improbable to him that even Sholmes has trouble keeping true to his philosophy of finding the truth once the impossible is sheared away. The gears in his mind stall out, as though straining to make sense of it.]
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Which includes baseline observational skills. "Baseline" by his own standards, anyway. He follows her gaze as though she had painted a sign pointing at her ring finger, where there glistens... well. A ring.]
Inmates? [Wait, what? No, don't get distracted.] So you say, bafflingly so, I might add— But your wandering gaze betrays you, madam. Follow its trail and it leads to glittering ring adorning your hand.
[He reaches down, taking her hand and lifting it up to further examine, as long as she doesn't pull away again.]
Which holds some meaning, I would imagine.
[A ring............. wait. What? What????
One small blessing in Sprezzatura's favor: the most obvious connection to make, when it comes to a relationship and a ring, resounds so utterly improbable to him that even Sholmes has trouble keeping true to his philosophy of finding the truth once the impossible is sheared away. The gears in his mind stall out, as though straining to make sense of it.]
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