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Toby the Yogurt Finder"Sherlock?" John called out into the flat. When he was met with no response, he continued, "So, we've got a guest, who's going to be staying here for a few days."The box he had picked up off of Park Street seemed to grow heavier in his arms."Okay." John heard Sherlock's voice from the kitchen. He must've been in the middle of an experiment, or else he wouldn't have sounded as uninterested. So John, a little relieved that he didn't have to confront Sherlock right at that moment, breathed a sigh of relief, put the box down, and opened it.It took Sherlock two hours to notice, and whether it was due to Sherlock's intense focus on his experiment or Toby's quiet and docile behavior, John didn't know. But he didn't have to guess about Sherlock's reaction to Toby.He had taken one look at him and said a definitive, "No," with the look of someone who was greatly vexed that they even had to voice their opinion at an idea so ludicrous."I know. We're not keeping him. Relax. I saw the number on
The Lesson"Honestly John, it's really quite simple.""No, Sherlock! It's not 'quite simple!'""Of the two human beings in this room, which one is more able to make a well-informed and intelligent decision on the difficulty of a certain task?""I really think there's only one human being in this room: me. But in any case I should cause I'm normal."Sherlock scoffed. "Ugh. Boring. Now try it again.""Sherlock, my fingers are tired. I seriously can't play anymore. My fingers are going to start bleeding and I'm going to get an infection.""Are you insinuating something about the cleanliness of my bow?""Actually, maybe I am." John set the violin down on the armchair. "You've come home soaked in blood before.""Pig's blood." Sherlock murmured."As if that makes it alright!" John shouted, throwing his hands up in defeat. "How am I supposed to know what sort of rubbish gets on your bow?" He crossed the room, desperate to get away from the world's most aggravating flatmate, and let himself fall onto the
Sweets Extra 2 - JohnlockAnticipating the retaliationAfter what had happened at the crime scene, John was mad at Sherlock and wouldn't stop ranting about it the whole cab ride home. The cabbie had glanced back through the mirror a few times, obviously feeling uneasy with them almost yelling at each other, but John hadn't really cared. They had kissed in public and now everyone was certain that John was gay. At least they had only assumed so before that particular scene Scotland Yard had the pleasure to live by.Well, John obviously was not gay. The only thing he was, was insane. That was the only explanation for him falling in love with a high functioning sociopath. He had to be completely and utterly out of his mind to have let something like that happen.John leaned back in his favorite armchair and sighed. It was no use to cry over spilled milk. Best to just drink a nice cuppa and simply accept it. He checked the time. Still half an hour left until he was going to meet with She
Sleep Well"Blast it, Sherlock, turn that damned thing down," hissed John as he stormed down the stairs and into the little living room of the flat he shared with the man in question.The telly was on and blaring some crude show with a pair of so-called comedians screaming at the audience. John practically crushed the power button in his frustration, silencing the annoying device. His eyes flicked immediately to the couch, ready to chew that imbecile out for ignoring his right to sleep. However, it was rather to his surprise to see the man in question sprawled out across the couch, fast asleep himself.John blinked for a moment. It was weird seeing Sherlock like this.He crept close feeling as if this was something to marvel. Well, it was. He wasn't sure he'd ever actually seen the man sleep before. Of course, it also had a lot to do with the fact that they slept on different floors, in different rooms. But the man John knew was always so wound up that sleeping, like eating and bathing
Sweets Chapter Four - JohnlockChapter Four - How to fool your opponent Sherlock didn't have to wait long, as London was a center for criminal activity and the police needed his help far too often. Scotland Yard sent him case files home, so that he could look into them and solve the case for them as soon as possible.Sherlock lay on the couch, deep in thoughts, but they were not about the case. He had solved it almost instantly, it had been an far too easy, boring case. Sherlock thought about his next move. Should he just wait, until John would get the sweets on his own? Should he put on an act, so that he wouldn't have to wait too long, until John would think that the case was difficult for Sherlock? No, he would wait, even if he wasn't the most patient person. It was highly probable that John would look through it if Sherlock put on an act. John did most of the time. Waiting would be the best solution. His hands moved up to his chin, resting on his chest. This was so boring. A small smile played on Sherloc