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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