Room 604, Arms Hotel - Monday Morning

[3patchproblem]

Having spent far too much time trapped as an unknown species of cat*, Sherlock was expressing his anger the only way he could. By savaging one of John's dirty jumpers

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[justhisblogger]

"Sherlock," John began, as he walked in through the door, "You should get up on the sill, it's really quite nice o-- Sherlock!"

Look at the state of his jump-- wait, that wasn't so bad.

"...Look at you now."

Adorable.

[3patchproblem]

John, that was just asking for him to do something horrible to your shoes now.

Sherlock cracked one eye open, giving him a look of warning before closing it again. The jumper made a nice bed. That was all.

He might have purred a little.

[justhisblogger]

With a slight smile on his face, John kneeled down by the side of the jumper-and-cat combination, and very, very slowly reached out his hand for Sherlock's nose. "Making yourself comfortable?"

[3patchproblem]

Playing with fire still, John.

Sherlock growled for all of three seconds before giving the offered hand a careful sniff. He would miss the heightened sense of smell, at least.

But not how it tended to end with him butting his head against John's hand.