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Bella leaves in due time. She calls Sherlock a week later with one of her father's Pokémon on the other end of the line; it is learned that being boxed is sort of like having almost fallen asleep or woken up but not quite, a drowsy half-conscious state with little attention to the passage of time. It is not unpleasant, at least in this 'mon's opinion.
Three weeks later, Bella flies to Lake Acuity again.
the_very_best
the_very_best
"I -" Bella frowns, starts counting on her fingers. "I can't remember when you said your - Tony's? How does that work? - parents died. Did you overlap with them at all?"
bitofafiction
"I never met them. And yes, they are Tony's parents and not mine. Insofar as I have parents, I suppose they are Tony and Mycroft, but Jarvis has filled that role more than either."
bitofafiction
"More or less. He's not very interested in what you might call the wider social implications."
bitofafiction
"He was an extremely lonely child with a talent for making things and a poor grasp of long-term consequences," Sherlock says dryly. "He did it more or less to satisfy himself that he could."
the_very_best
"Yeah! You can talk to Pokémon! You can sound like anybody you want! You managed to be a perfectly convincing teenager in three and a half years!"
bitofafiction
"None of which sound like very exciting accomplishments to me, but I suppose I take your point."
the_very_best
"I don't get excited about everything, but about this, heck yes. Although there goes any hope I had of just straight up learning to understand Pokémon."
