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Apr. 12th, 2012 06:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_government"Good Morning Sir, and what can I get for you today?"
"One large coffee, black. Thank you"
"And can I have a name to put with your order, sir?"
Mycroft stared over the counter, his eyes narrowing at the bubbly young barista.
"No."
She didn't seem fazed, typing something into her computer, and told him the total.
"That should be right up for you!" She smiled at him, eyes twinkling. He was perplexed. He had been brisk and a little bit rude to her. Most people didn't interact with Mycroft Holmes in such a ...chipper way.
He waited at the end of the counter as was expected, and watched appraisingly as the younger male barista poured his cup. The youth looked at the ticket, puzzled, and turned to the brunette woman at the till
"who's this for?"
"Oh! You...I'll take care of it, Jeremy"
"His name can't actually be..."
She had moved to the end of the counter, her dark brown eyes locking with Mycroft's, and she smiled brilliantly at him.
"Your coffee's ready, Control."
Mycroft nearly dropped his umbrella.
"I...thank you..." his voice trailed off, speechless
"Name's Anthea. Have a good day, sir. Try to avoid any international incidents with South America, yeah? Bad for business."
"I'll...do that."
After he'd finished the cup, he realized she had been wearing a nametag the whole time
One that most certainly had not said "Anthea."
He obviously needed more coffee.
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Date: 2012-04-13 07:51 pm (UTC)Seemed like someone should know where the the recently-returned Holmes brother was though. He called up Mycroft's number.
[txt]Yr brother's here. Thought you shld know.
[txt]Here is Molly Hooper's apt.
[txt]It's her cat's birthday.
There. That was informative. Lestrade still hadn't quite got the hang of texting, but the message should have made it through.
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Date: 2012-04-13 08:11 pm (UTC)Most people thought he had boring text tones. But Mycroft Holmes had perfect pitch, and the Am7 chord told him both times that it was Lestrade. He opened the first text, and it rang out a third time. He gritted his teeth, then proceeded to read.
He was irritated by the text speak, further still by the frequency and escalating inanity of the DI's texts. (as if he didn't know where his brother was, as if he didn't know where Lestrade was, and why the devil should he care about Molly Hooper's domesticated feline?)
He texted back
My dear Inspector, I much prefer English to texting abbreviations, but I understand you're a busy man. I am informed of the situation. If you become privy to new knowledge I would much appreciate it."
Best to not mention the cat, really.
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Date: 2012-04-13 08:22 pm (UTC)Blah blah blah...Mycroft used a lot of words. Lestrade didn't like pushing the tiny buttons that many times. Of course Mycroft already knew; why had he thought he wouldn't? He glanced around, wondering if there were hidden cameras here.
A polite acknowledgement would probably be in order. After all, Mycroft had taken the time to reply, even if he sounded irritated. Great. Both Holmeses were irritated with/at/towards him now, and the entire situation had nothing to do with him.
He texted back.
[txt]k.
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Date: 2012-04-13 08:37 pm (UTC)"John's worried about him. See how he reacts to this information, perhaps? Updates expected. Phone call preferred."
If he got another one-character text in reply, he was going to throttle something.
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Date: 2012-04-13 10:22 pm (UTC)He decided not to send a response, hoping his agreement and compliance would be assumed unless stated otherwise.
He'd have to contact John.