The door is locked for a reason, John! [ He crows back to the door, and there's faint sounds of strings being plucked inside. ] You'll have to come bac -
[ Even before the words are entirely out of his mouth, there's a few clangs inside, something that sounds really suspiciously like a Holmes-sized creature tripping over his own sheets. And when he answers the door, abruptly, hand against the jamb, he lifts his chin in the slightest towards her. He's wearing his jumpsuit with the sleeves tied about his waist as per usual. His ratty bathrobe on top of that, and his hair's so long it can be pulled back into a bun at the nape of his neck. ]
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[ Even before the words are entirely out of his mouth, there's a few clangs inside, something that sounds really suspiciously like a Holmes-sized creature tripping over his own sheets. And when he answers the door, abruptly, hand against the jamb, he lifts his chin in the slightest towards her. He's wearing his jumpsuit with the sleeves tied about his waist as per usual. His ratty bathrobe on top of that, and his hair's so long it can be pulled back into a bun at the nape of his neck. ]
[ Ridiculous, eccentric glory indeed. ]
House calls, then?