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[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.