KBelle’s Comments (group member since Oct 27, 2013)

KBelle’s comments from the Sherlock Holmes Advanced RP group.

The smile he gave her still sent tingles across her frozen skin. She placed a hand on his leg. "We'll ask me one" she smirked.

"Oh?" She slid in after him, her leg brushing against his. "And what's that?"

She smiled and sighed as she shook her head. "And why is that?" She asked as a frown ghosted across her features.

"I don't know. You're the great Sherlock Holmes. Can't you...deduce the answer?" she chuckled.

"Ohh..." she turned around with a sexual smirk and raised one eyebrow. "I didn't think so...not at all..." she bit her lip before turning back/

"Oh...okay...." she turned and walked backwards, somehow maintaining her balance though her face was mere inches from his. "But I like it when you actually enjoy physical contact..and press your lips to my ear..and tell me you're as high as the moon." she smirked widely as he appeared very on edge at the fact she'd said all that in public. She walked ahead at that with a full lipped smile.

"Mm...I don't know what to believe anymore, after talking to both sides of you, Holmes" she smirked.

"Because I'm not going to w-work!" she exclaimed, rubbing her arms. "I don't see why you care anyways, sociopath" she muttered.

"That I don't look like a man...or like I live in a library. It makes you look like a vir- nevermind." she muttered, walking ahead of him and ignoring how much she was freezing.

"Yeah yeah..." she shivered slightly a leaned away from him in frustration. "And what would you rather I wear? Men's clothes?" she smiled but her tone was acidic.

"Sorry" she whispered, carrying the hard shell vintage suitcase alongside her. Goosebumps stood out on her arms as she walked gracefully alongside the tall and thin man. "And you didn't say it was bad, but you thought it" she commented.

Her face fell a tad as she looked down to her navy simple heels. "I knew you wouldn't like it, I..." she bit her lip and blushed as she looked back up to his calculating and observant eyes, her gaze submissive and quavering in an almost fearful way.

((OH YES!!!!!))
Adele stepped off the train in the sunny and chilly morning. She was wearing a navy pencil skirt that hugged her curves and a cream pin stripe blouse. Something that had pleased her sense of sex appeal yet something she thought Sherlock would still approve of. She had left her coat there, and stepped off the train with a shiver as she walked towards the street, lugging her suitcase.

((lol very nice! Godd role model pahahahaha. So time skip?))

((Time skip?? Btw I LOVE how well you play his personality when he's high. IT's spot on to me lol))

"Oh. How very intelligent of you, brainless," she screamed, though when she got into the taxi she buried her head in her hands and smiled, nearly crying in joy.

When he kissed her she pressed her free hand against his chest. A small smirk tugged up one corner of her full lips. "Alright..." she beat her hand against his chest and stomped her foot. "You don't have to be such an asshole all the time Holmes!" she screamed at him, turning and hailing a cab in the rain, the lacy back of her dress making her cold

When the first two words left his mouth she went weak in the knees, her mouth falling open. Then she frowned at the last words, confusion upon her face. "Wh..what?" she asked, suddenly uncomfortable and self consious around him

"Yes?" she whispered,stopping in her tracks as she realized what was happening, fear striking her as she turned to face him and swallowed, letting go of his hand. Suddenly nothing mattered. The drizzle and cold were warm and dry- the lights did not glare. But he mattered, and she could not bare to hear him say what was coming next.

"Well..." she was cut off by the yelling of the cabbie. "Alright! Baka' Stree'! 'Ere we are!"
She sighed and picked up her hardshell suitcase, stepping out of the car and pulling him out after her.