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John and Sherlock's Rooms, the Arms Hotel, Friday Morning

Nov 05, 2010 04:58

John wasn't, strictly, aware that today was in any way a day unlike any other day that had come before. In the past, when these things had happened, he'd found out rather quickly by virtue of Sherlock yelling his head off about having breasts. No, this morning seemed perfectly ordinary so far ( Read more... )

where: the arms hotel, who: sherlock, omwf

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3patchproblem November 5 2010, 04:05:08 UTC

Which meant it was up to Sherlock to disabuse him of the notion that today was a normal day.

By singing at him?

He might start to hate this island. Just maybe.

"I," he started well enough. No lyricism in one little letter. But, sadly, it only went downhill from there. "Read you. God I'm good at it. I'm so spot on."

justhisblogger November 5 2010, 04:07:11 UTC

John startled (and nearly flipped over the pan with the frying egg in the process) and turned around. "...Sherlock?" he asked, worried. At least he'd stopped humming?

3patchproblem November 5 2010, 04:08:30 UTC

Oh, this was going to drive him mad.

"Chord," Sherlock gritted out. "Shapes in air - go press that dissonance - if you dare."

justhisblogger November 5 2010, 04:12:15 UTC

"...Is this for some kind of case?" John hazarded.

Most insane things tended to be; he could be excused for assuming so.

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