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[spectacleofphantasmagoria]

Type: Text
Sender ID: spectacleofphantasmagoria (Lyney)
To: Public
Subject: Sisterrrrr
Warnings: Lyney's dramatic ass

[So, what comes up on the network isn't actually any words, but a picture. A big, obnoxious picture, with some text superimposed upon it. The picture is then followed by several others, all depicting a similar theme, and similar motif:]



[Following the pictures is a morose-reading text from a certain magician.]

To think, after two whole years apart, my own sister refuses to acknowledge me! I simply wished to spend time with my dear sister! Oh, the humanity..! My dear sister, if you can see this, please reconsider your cruel and coldhearted decision! Your brother misses you so!

[Sure he may have been a little overbearing with her, checking in on her a bit more than was necessary, but he had missed her! Being blocked on the Shellphones was hardly fair, in Lyney's humble opinion! He clearly didn't do a single thing wrong!]

[...Okay no he may have been quite annoying and irritating to his introverted sister and pushed her to block him because of his overbearing-ness, but like hell is he admitting that.]

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[spectacleofphantasmagoria]

Sherlock, you wound me! Don't tell me you support such a heartless decision! I only wished to spend time with my sister!

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[astudyinviolet]

I can only comment on the evidence currently available to me: this post.

If my brother did such a thing as this, though I do not believe he would have the whimsy to create such images, I would keep my distance for even longerjmkol''

[ He might have just sneezed and mashed keys and sent the message without meaning to. ]

[spectacleofphantasmagoria]

[Oh hang on, that's quite unexpected.]

Are you alright Sherlock?

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[astudyinviolet]

My brain wishes to leave through my nose as if I am to be mummified.

[ He's busy dying, Lyney. He's dying. ]

[spectacleofphantasmagoria]

[Sorry what--]

Isn't that a bit dramatic, Sherlock??

I had no idea you had fallen ill, though! How long have you felt under the weather?

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[astudyinviolet]

[ Detectives are full of dramatics. Surely, Lyney knows that by now. ]

What day is it?

[empyrean_mirror]

Tuesday, August 12th.

Go back to sleep, Sherlock.

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[astudyinviolet]

I slept through Watson's birthday?!

[ This is clearly a tragedy that only matters to Sherlock and no one else because the man isn't even in this world. ]

[empyrean_mirror]

I am positive he will forgive you this once. Rest, else you'll be sick longer.

[spectacleofphantasmagoria]

Oh dear, it really seems like you're ill.

You really should rest, Sherlock. Do you need any soup?

[astudyinviolet]

Still haven't finished my last soup.

[ To his defense, he did have a good portion of his soup... but then he fell asleep. ]

[spectacleofphantasmagoria]

[Oh, Sherlock...]

Would you like me to stop by to help with anything? It wouldn't be a bother, you know. I can bring Heizou along, too.

[astudyinviolet]

Perhaps something to read? After all the times I've been ill as of late, I've exhausted my entire librakj;lfdg

[ Well, maybe that is one way Lynette can catch a break. Become a distraction for her brother. This makes perfect sense in his addled mind.

Can he also have some hugs? ]

[spectacleofphantasmagoria]

[Oh Sherlock, you're a mess... but he's also triggered Lyney's Older Brother instincts, so he's inadvertently bought Lynette some time.]

Alright, I'll bring over a few books. I'll message you when I get there, alright?

[Don't mind that most of his books are cheesy romances or detective thriller stories. And yes, he can have some hugs.]

[astudyinviolet]

[ Sherlock is a little brother. Even when Jon was around to be his brother and technically younger than Sherry by the nature of his creation, Sherlock was the little brother, somehow. (Strange imaginary friend/tulpa child logic) ]

I shall not disparage any title at this point. It is a matter of which will kill me first: this illness or boredom.

[ Yay actual hugs and not pretend hugs from Moon Pals! ]

[spectacleofphantasmagoria]

Well I should hope you won't be killed at all! You're far too good a person to be killed off so cruelly!

[astudyinviolet]

It wouldn't be the cruelest. I have died in worse ways.

[astudyinviolet]

Yes, Father.

[ Can Kaveh see Sherlock rolling his eyes, being a brat, even through text? ]

[empyrean_mirror]

I'll get your preferred father to check if you don't behave.

[HE KNOWS ALHAITHAM'S YOUR FAVORITE.]

[astudyinviolet]

[ Alhaitham is good at getting Sherlock to take care of himself. Somehow. ]

Good Lord, how did I end up with three fathers who are about ten years older than I?

I should get Heizou on the case. Lyney can be his Watson. And Miss Lynette can get some peacekj;l'

[ He sneezed again. 8( ]

[empyrean_mirror]

I'll send him up with more soup and tissues.

[empyrean_mirror]

Three?

[astudyinviolet]

Mycroft. After our mother died, he gained full custody of me and raised me to my majority. He is ten years my elder, putting him at 33 now.

[ The year that Sherlock has been here throws the whole ten years older off, but he's not thinking of that right now. ]

[empyrean_mirror]

Ah, that makes sense.

I was slightly concerned Cid had been back to adopting strays again.

[astudyinviolet]

Mr. Cid is in his early thirties?

[ He thought the man much older. ]