[ That is a child, hands covering their face as if they cried in their last moments before the crystal overtook them completely. The pose sickens Sherlock, and unfortunately, it's being marketed as a "statement about suffering." They don't know the half of it.
Sherlock feels his insides twist as he hears the number jump up double, and he tries to locate the voice. He didn't expect to see the familiar face, but the wink tells him everything he needs to know.
The auctioneer is all too pleased about the price increase. "1000! We have a bidding war happen here, folks! 1200! Do I hear a 1200?"
"1200!" yells another person, separate from the one Sherlock was bidding against. The high price has caught the attention of some curious onlookers. For someone to bid that high means the item must have some greater value. ]
Hell's bells...
[ "1200! Do I hear 1400?" the auctioneer shouts. ]
1400!
[ He doesn't need to eat. He still has cookies from the holidays. ]
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Sherlock feels his insides twist as he hears the number jump up double, and he tries to locate the voice. He didn't expect to see the familiar face, but the wink tells him everything he needs to know.
The auctioneer is all too pleased about the price increase. "1000! We have a bidding war happen here, folks! 1200! Do I hear a 1200?"
"1200!" yells another person, separate from the one Sherlock was bidding against. The high price has caught the attention of some curious onlookers. For someone to bid that high means the item must have some greater value. ]
Hell's bells...
[ "1200! Do I hear 1400?" the auctioneer shouts. ]
1400!
[ He doesn't need to eat. He still has cookies from the holidays. ]