[There is murmur flinging itself about the London streets — there is a new prominent artist in town, and if you are in the know, and if you've the money for it, sitting for a portrait is a must.
Sholmes is... one of these things, at least.
Nosy, perhaps, being the keenest unspoken trait of all.
So! Did he make an appointment? Mmmmaybe not. Is he knocking upon the door of this artist's establishment regardless? Yes!]
Da Vinci is maybe or maybe not aware of the interest of the general populace in her work (understandably, she's amazing), so to hear a knock at her door is unsurprising. She doesn't have anything lined up, though, at the moment, pausing to set down her paintbrush and tug on her gloves before she answers the door. ]
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Sholmes is... one of these things, at least.
Nosy, perhaps, being the keenest unspoken trait of all.
So! Did he make an appointment? Mmmmaybe not. Is he knocking upon the door of this artist's establishment regardless? Yes!]
no subject
Da Vinci is maybe or maybe not aware of the interest of the general populace in her work (understandably, she's amazing), so to hear a knock at her door is unsurprising. She doesn't have anything lined up, though, at the moment, pausing to set down her paintbrush and tug on her gloves before she answers the door. ]
Yes?