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[...Sherlock glances sideways at Joestar.]

Am I correct in assuming you have had tutors all of your life? No significant time spent at boarding school?

[He stops on the spot, blinking.]

...I'm familiar with your deductive capabilities, but just how on earth did my statement lead to that? You are indeed correct of course; my father was quite hesitant to send me away in my youth, and even after my step-sibling was adopted, he held us quite close to the home until the day we enrolled within University. ...But how on earth did that tell you this?

Because a statement like that would have left you mocked mercilessly by the other schoolboys. Do not ask me to explain it; I will refuse.

[He doesn't feel like getting into it. Which also feels like innuendo. Fuck. Help. Is this vampire brain or just because he got into his boyfriend's pants the other week and now he's got to manage an addiction? Neither one is good!]

[Jonathan is left to blink. And blink repeatedly, in fact.] Would it really..? T'was how the doctor himself explained it in his instructions after all...

...Very well then Sherlock, if you so insist, I shan't ask for further detail. Though I do wonder how you would rather it be put in that case.

[He waves a hand.]

It matters little. I understand your meaning, and it provided insight into your history.

You did not miss out on anything important, and indeed were spared a great deal of difficulty.

[He does not remember his school days fondly.]

I shall have to take your word for it I fear, for rather plainly, a good amount of my childhood was not as sunny as I once thought; my step-sibling was quite effective at turning local towns children against me I find, [he mutters, leading his friend onward once again.]

Still, I do extend some apology for whatever hardship you experienced yourself then, as I can only imagine such statements to come from experience itself.

It is hardly your fault, [Sherlock replies, choosing not to argue which horrible childhood experience was worse] but the sympathy is appreciated.

Should you have been sent to school together, your not so sunny childhood would have been a storm without refuge.

I can't find it in me to doubt it, which is quite a fright to imagine... [Hihhhh. Well.] Ah- that ought be the hospital ahead...this way then, the employee's entrance is along the back...

[Dutifully, Sherlock follows. He takes stock of himself again: he is able to consider matters besides blood and heartbeats. He should be safe to go inside the hospital.]

I may be recognized, here.

[His work brings him into contact with hospital staff on occasion, though usually it's the interns who get the bodies from the hospital morgue.]

Might you? [Jonathan asks, making his way to the door.] How likely do you suspect it?

In a professional capacity, not a violent one. We retrieve corpses from this hospital, sometimes.

It will depend on which staff is on duty.

Oh- I'd not assumed otherwise, I assure you that!

Still, I'd not considered the fact that we might encounter one who would be tasked with such discharge, [he ponders, looking to the door as he goes to knock and wait.] Though I suppose both of our respective fields of interaction would indeed involve a nurse at times...

We shall see what can be seen.

[He folds his arms and settles in to wait to be let in.]

Of course.

[The door opens after a moment- a middle aged fellow in the typical garb of local doctors opens it, and with a look prepares to speak...but hesitates, seeing the vampire with Jonathan.]

Good evening! I apologize for not calling ahead, but I've a friend who shall be sharing with my typical pick-up today. Worry not, I'll not be demanding extra, [he adds with a well meaning chuckle.

The doctor of course, is not lessening their caution.]

Sherlock Holmes.

[A polite incline of his head.]

I am the coroner at Veritas Morgue and Mortuary.

[The doctor nods, and seems to get over his brief alarm. Introducing himself simply as a 'Dr. Harm', and apparently recognizing the name of the Morgue at the least, he gestures for the two to follow- stating something about the regular amount being in their fridges. In fact, there's a bit of excess...]

...Not so many actually making it to the building to use the stock, [Is all he says on that, and Jonathan frowns with a weary understanding.]

Well...At least this way it shan't go entirely to waste then, perhaps, [he mutters, though it's clear the words are weak.]

Quite.

[It's a terrible situation they are in, but Holmes quite agrees. If the blood has a shelf life, better that it leaves the shelf in a vampire than in the trash.

He follows, politely.]

[The walk is rather quiet. Sounds of footsteps on the floor, most up ahead finding other rooms to be in for one reason or another.

Certainly not them. It couldn't be, after all.

Still, they're brought to a rather inconspicuous office- a cooler sits inside.]

Here you are- managed to find a larger, wheeled one from a colleague's barbecue, [the doctor comments with a brisk nod.] We'll be needing it back of course.

Oh- yes of course; I'll not delay in that, thank you very much.

Do you often bring personal items in to supply the hospital? [Holmes asks curiously, smelling the possibility of something unusual and maybe interesting.] Is it the current situation that has left things tight, or a more general shortage in funding?

[sniff sniff sniff]

[The doctor looks rather insulted- and perhaps to little surprise when Jonathan cuts in.]

Sherlock, we've a standing agreement- I visit here on a regularly agreed upon day.

Aye- We already suspected we would have more than fits in the usual lunch carrier, but if you're looking for an excuse to find something fresher you can find the door!

Now I'm sure that's not what was happening...

[Though Sherlock does receive a bit of a pleading look- Don't cause him trouble!]

[....aaaah. Now he sees.]

A standing agreement your superiors are unaware of, or unwilling to assist with. Does your hospital director know how precisely you are disposing of this blood?

[This would have been relevant to know, Jonathan! It affects how he will discuss this in the future!!]

[Jonathan looks to the doctor.

The doctor in turn gives a handwaggle.]

I believe technically speaking, 'tis the 'Board of Directors' who isn't involved? To my knowledge that's quite separate.

[A nod.] Director here's the one who agreed to it- saves us trouble of disposal, means less attacks...

[There's a slight jerk of the head toward Jonathan in particular, which the demon seems quite oblivious to- but Sherlock will probably pick up on what's being conveyed.

Simply by implying to others that a demon is in the hospital seems to cut down on riotous activity very quickly, despite Jonathan never lifting a finger.

...

Though quite likely he'd step in automatically regardless.]

...very well.

[Now he knows the score: who knows, and who it needs to be kept from. He would have expected less volunteering of personal effects from an operation approved by the director, but it is what it is.]

I will be discreet.

[Cat. Curiosity. It, also, is what it is.]

Appreciated, [The doctor curtly replies, and Jonathan himself nods with a smile.]

Thank you for understanding Sherlock- and thank you doctor, the others as well. I'll certainly return this as soon as possible, perhaps with some teas you can enjoy with your colleagues?

[The doctor seems to consider this, and gives a nod that apparently means 'sure'. This is probably not the first time such an exchange has happened.]

Now then, let us wheel this out then...I'll likely have to carry it once we're at the door, it would be terrible to risk ruining the wheels!

[That rather defeats the purpose of a cart, in Sherlock's opinion, but if Joestar is determined to be considerate to a fault, then very well! He shrugs, and strides toward the exit with a--]

Thank you, Doctor--

[That, while polite, unfortunately comes off less sincere and more brusque than Jonathan's big warm-hearted pleasantness.]

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no I'm fucking doing it

HEH

cw references to crude humor, sex, school bullying

sheds a laughing tear

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