[Well, here's Sholmes! Except...something might be different, here. He's walking along, Irene at his feet in beagle form, but...he stumbles, suddenly, but is able to right himself before he falls.]
Ah, whoops! Almost broke my leg there! No, not quite. That would've been quite bad.
[His voice is a little slow? But what's more noticeable, however, is the wine bottle in his hand.]
A young lady such as yourself shouldn't bother with such things. I appreciate your kindness, but...please. As a gentleman, I insist on leaving things be.
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Ah, whoops! Almost broke my leg there! No, not quite. That would've been quite bad.
[His voice is a little slow? But what's more noticeable, however, is the wine bottle in his hand.]
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Sholmes...? [Sir, what the heck.] ... Oh, my gosh. Are you drunk?
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Most certainly not!
[While wobbling.]
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Uhuh. And what's that bottle?
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[This is so much. She kind of? Shuffles over? Awkwardly.]
Well, how about I take your friend off your hands for now and take you back to your room?
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[He smiles, though it's almost sad.]
A young lady such as yourself shouldn't bother with such things. I appreciate your kindness, but...please. As a gentleman, I insist on leaving things be.
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[He just...stands there.]
I don't want to cause you trouble.
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[Beckons him...? Give her bottle.]
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Very well. Don't go drinking it all in one go.
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[She will not drink the booze. Maybe.
Anyway, let's get you home old man.]
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[HE IS VICTORIAN anyways yes let's a-go]
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[she says, in a lawless murdergame land.
off they go!]