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warmgun ([personal profile] warmgun) wrote in [community profile] elseralogs 2013-07-06 05:03 pm (UTC)

John follows after and considers whether he wants to spend the money on food or go back to beans on toast at the apartment after this. He's entertaining someone, might as well make it entertaining for himself. And someone very astute, at that.

Julien isn't anywhere near what he's used to getting from Sherlock, but John would hope he's not that easy to read. It's a little harder to put up a front, perhaps, when he still feels so out of his element.

"It's a different level of excitement from what I'm used to, certainly," he replies with a light laugh. "I've worked a bit with kids" - on the battlefield, their eyes wide and terrified as he tied a tourniquet around bleeding limbs, pulled out shrapnel, or reset broken bones - "but nothing like this. Plenty to keep things from getting tedious around town, though. Bit of an odd place, El Sera."

John lets Julien make of that what he will as he steps up to the counter and orders a cup of Earl Grey and the turkey club, grateful for the debit card Xochipilli had issued him at the start of all this. He receives a number on a stand and steps aside so that Julien can make his selection.

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