[Who knows, right? It's a silly blonde lady, maybe she's talking in some sort of...cutesy language of her own making? The woman writes in emojis, Mycroft, so it's probably fine. Haha...ha...]
Aw, sugar! It's not pity at all...I'm sure you're fine. I just figured, like, maybe you could use them. Everyone can use a bit of support now and then, right? But if you don't use them, that's okay too!
[He rubs the bridge of his nose, he's not used to this. Outside of his mother, at least, but even she fretted over Sherlock more. He didn't have a Mrs. Hudson to dote on him, no one cared about making him feel better. Ever. He ruled his subordinates efficiently, and they treated him with utmost respect and well, probably fear.
It's what I'm best at! I'm a regular 'ol Care Bear.
[She laughs, because laughing is the only thing she can do. Nearly a dozen names of the dead appeared on the obituary this morning, a ten-year-old boy just had horrifying face surgery in the same room as her with hardly anything to dull the pain as he sobbed, and everyone--everyone was suffering. So Ginger puts her best smile into her words.]
Even small kindnesses can be hard to find here sometimes, so I try to make sure I got a whole bunch to spare.
[Mycroft bites back a dozen horrible responses. Most of which probably because he literally can't say them. He wanted to tell her she was being ridiculous, it was entirely unnecessary and small kindnesses were a waste of time and resources.
But he'd also just lost Sherlock again, who was not answering, and the fear of him not coming back was growing. He himself had just died--he'd still not entirely processed that.
Small kindnesses, as stupid as they were, seemed to be rare and needed in this town.
Then again she was laughing and may be mad...]
Who...are...you?
[It took him a lot of concentration to manage to make a whole proper sentence as simple as that.]
Oh! Gosh, silly me. My name's Ginger. I'm not really good at puzzles, so you probably won't see me ever, like, talking much on the Network about theories, but...if you ever need a seamstress, I'm the right gal to go to!
[At least she's honest?]
I know that nice isn't a very good word to use ever while we're here, but still, it's nice to meet you!
[Mycroft sighs. She doesn't seem to be a particularly useful person besides her seamstress skills, and he doesn't have time for people who aren't useful. He's tempted to simply hang up, but then again, he's not his brother. Just because she was too cheerful didn't mean she was a write-off. Besides, he could definitely use a seamstress in the future, the sorry state of his suit was a burden he disliked thinking about.
Of course, he couldn't exactly say any of this out loud, nor did he want to drive her off entirely, so he simply looked at the text file and typed the following in response to her greeting. It seemed like an appropriate reply.:]
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Aw, sugar! It's not pity at all...I'm sure you're fine. I just figured, like, maybe you could use them. Everyone can use a bit of support now and then, right? But if you don't use them, that's okay too!
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He literally didn't know how to handle this.]
Why you care?
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[She laughs, because laughing is the only thing she can do. Nearly a dozen names of the dead appeared on the obituary this morning, a ten-year-old boy just had horrifying face surgery in the same room as her with hardly anything to dull the pain as he sobbed, and everyone--everyone was suffering. So Ginger puts her best smile into her words.]
Even small kindnesses can be hard to find here sometimes, so I try to make sure I got a whole bunch to spare.
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But he'd also just lost Sherlock again, who was not answering, and the fear of him not coming back was growing. He himself had just died--he'd still not entirely processed that.
Small kindnesses, as stupid as they were, seemed to be rare and needed in this town.
Then again she was laughing and may be mad...]
Who...are...you?
[It took him a lot of concentration to manage to make a whole proper sentence as simple as that.]
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[At least she's honest?]
I know that nice isn't a very good word to use ever while we're here, but still, it's nice to meet you!
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Of course, he couldn't exactly say any of this out loud, nor did he want to drive her off entirely, so he simply looked at the text file and typed the following in response to her greeting. It seemed like an appropriate reply.:]
( ・_・)ノ
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[They're going to be best friends, she can tell.]
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He better skip out now before he ends up insulting one of the few people who could fix his precious suit.]
GOodBy. ( ・_・)ノ