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[howdull]

[He can tell an interesting lot about this young man just from this first reply, from the username, from the voice. Enough to know this isn't the sort of person he's looking for.

The drugs are why he actually responds.]

What pain relief do you have? If it's good enough, I'll explain the username.

--> private

[coyoteking]

Vicodin. 50 milligrams. Got a bunch of it, but it isn't free. I'll need some damn good incentive to go all the way downtown.

private;

[howdull]

[Oh yes, that is of interest. He needs enough to ride out this bullet wound, or he won't be able to think properly. Let's see, what does he know about this man. Still young, but hard life. Probably no family, or none to rely on. Stubborn, problem with authority figures, self assured and swift to think others are out to get him. Prizes being able to protect himself.

But he is willing to offer trade with someone new, who he must know has nothing useful yet. That means he has some small compassion.

Annoyingly, all of this adds up to nothing he has that would be sufficient incentive.]

A smaller cost. Give it to someone else, get them to bring it.

still private yeehaw

[coyoteking]

I'm not with anybody else. You're a couple days late for that.

[Not many people he'd trust to actually deliver the goods, anyway. The only ones there are, are the ones he left two days ago.]

Did you actually get shot, or are you faking it?

[howdull]

Of course I was shot.

[He isn't offended at the implication he might fake an injury, rather offended that he might fake this one. He's not that stupid.]

Bullet wounds are notoriously difficult to manufacture when there are plenty of easier to fake wounds or injuries that I could conceivably claim the need for morphine.

[He assumes that's what this is about, the apparent addiction that John is spreading to everyone.]

[coyoteking]

Not that hard to fake when nobody can see you. But I'm not asking because I think you're a pathological liar, I'm asking because most people who were hurt before coming here suddenly aren't anymore.

So why are you different?

[howdull]

[Are they?

There's a long pause as he investigates his own wound and finds it much more closed than he imagined. Does that mean the pain is psychosomatic? He expected to be wounded and so he felt the agony? Irritating if that's so. It means even his brain isn't fully immune to tricks and false information.

There is still a wound, though it's smaller, so that's a comfort.]

I'm always different.

[coyoteking]

What the hell is that supposed to mean?

[He's caught between annoyed and amused. Is this guy for real?]

Also, it was kind of dodgy, so I'm pretty sure that means you're lying somewhere.

[Two can play at deductions, Sherlock!!]

[howdull]

Then tell me where. Saying I am lying somewhere is too nebulous and generic, try harder.

[coyoteking]

[UGH!] It's an expression, god. Fine, you're lying about the injury. Either it's not there at all, or it's not that bad. Yeah, you could've claimed an easier to fake injury if this was all made up, which probably means it just isn't as bad as you said, but you also had that whole explanation ready for why it wasn't fake, so there's still a chance you're not even hurt at all.

[This isn't in any way influenced by his paranoia and the fact that he suspects something similar of @cutthroatbitch over there, no sir.]

Honestly? I don't give much of a shit why you want the pills, I'm mostly refusing because it's inconvenient and I got shit to do. [There's a small lie in there somewhere, but it's interwoven well enough with the truth that he gets it out as easy as breathing.]

[howdull]

Yes.

That, and John has told you that I am an addict and not to give me anything.

[He's not an idiot. Damn John.]

[coyoteking]

[Double-ugh. He can't tell if this guy already got the info from Watson or if he can tell Charles is lying. That second one's way more irritating.]

Yeah, that too. Which, I mean, normally I wouldn't give a shit about that either, but Watson's a good guy, so I won't be the one who gives his detective friend drugs.

I'm sure you'll find a way around it anyway, though.

[howdull]

He's incorrect, I'm not an addict.

I'm a user, someone who uses drugs to stimulate thought process when necessary.

[coyoteking]

That sure does sound like something an addict would say.

Besides, what you're after is downers. That's not gonna stimulate shit, except maybe sleep. Vicodin's not even a hallucinogen, but I'm sure you know that.

private;

[howdull]

I sincerely doubt any physician will prescribe cocaine, even for pain control, when there are more common ways to manage said pain.

[Morphine is good enough for now, Charles, but he usually likes a medley. It's why Mycroft has him make a list.]

[coyoteking]

You could try and convince somebody you're from the old days when they used to use that shit as medicine.

[That's... a thing, right? Or, was. Right???]

Or just find the right doctor.

[Oh, wait, he should not be helping Sherlock find cocaine. Oops.]

[howdull]

Ideas already thought of and discounted.

It doesn't matter, and as you will not be assisting thanks to John's incessant meddling, I will bid you good day.