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[3potionproblem]

I'm no longer under the trace. Still trying to decide what to do with this new found freedom.

Suggestions welcome.

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[arrogantalloy]

Uh.. Make me.

[He takes two steps back from the curtain, guarding against potential fabric punch.]

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[3potionproblem]

I've said I will, have I not?

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[arrogantalloy]

Doesn't really look like you're doing it though, does it?

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[3potionproblem]

As long as you've dropped the topic of John, you've complied.

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[arrogantalloy]

Who says I have? Just because I've gone about a minute without mentioning him doesn't mean you're still not thinking about him. I mean I would be concerned but he isn't upsetting you so much, as you're the one agonising only one set of variables.

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[3potionproblem]

[Yeah, that's it. Sherlock sweeps his drapes open and gets off his bed, marching towards Tony.]

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[arrogantalloy]

[He smirks at him, and can't resist baiting him further.]

Because lets face it, everyone is negotiable till marriage. And even then, things happen.

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[3potionproblem]

[Sherlock just walks up close enough to swing at his face in a nice, arching blow to his chin.]

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[arrogantalloy]

[Taking the hit, Tony makes an awkwardly surprised noise and stumbles back, falling over something and hitting the ground. Wincing, he rubs his jaw before looking back up at his baited attacker.]

Or, if you think it's so impossible, I might try to challenge that theory. I'm new to liking guys, so experimentation is a good way to be less new, isn't it?

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[3potionproblem]

[Sherlock eyes him. Tony wants him to strike again. And obviously it didn't work to make him see he was utterly serious about it.

He doesn't even both to respond to his goading. He straightens his shirt and goes back to his bed to gather some things before leaving.]

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[arrogantalloy]

[He doesn't say another word, nor does he move until Sherlock leaves the room. Where he just sits up, bringing his knees up with him while resting his elbows on his knees. He rubs his chin again and flexes his jaw.]

Tony, you either need to work on your people skills...

[He runs a hand through his hair.]

... Or learn how to fight.

[He hisses at a twinge of pain.]

If this bruises, Bruce is going to kill me.