Missing me?You missing me yet, dear? - JMSherlock sat on the sofa, still in his pyjamas (despite it being 8:24pm); a baggy grey shirt and navy blue bottoms, along with his silk blue dressing gown, staring at the text he'd just received. He simply cocked an eyebrow at first. There was clearly no clue behind the words that had pulled Sherlock's attention from his mind palace; it was simply Jim, clearly bored with the normal people he associated with. The sleuth sighed heavily. He too was bored, and it was due to the Consulting Criminal himself; every case he'd been offered since Moriarty's game was far too simple – there was no real puzzle and no real incentive to solve them, it was just work. His thumb moved quickly over the touch-screen. Pressing send as he finished reading through the message.How could I? You've been so awfully boring recently that I'm merely starting to wonder if you were even worth my time. - SHMerely pacing myself, Sherly. Otherwise you'd get truthfully bored of me!