I get by with a little help from my friends
"You said you'd be gone for a few days and this will be fun, besides I kind of have to. I borrowed their toaster for what I said was a week and its now been two years," Peter smiled at Sherlock, a toaster sitting proudly on lap as the taxi continued on. Sherlock said he was bored, Sherlock whined about being bored, the two of them argued and now, somehow, they were returning a toaster to Manchester.
Peter couldn't explain it, he just remembered he'd forgotten it and leapt to his feet, dragging both the item and Sherlock out the house with him.
Course Sherlock did not appreciate Peter dragging him by his scarf. He made a mental note to never try that one again.
"They'll be surprised to see you're alive, am thought you'd probably of overdosed yourself by now and Gene-- well, he grunted and laughed."
Peter couldn't explain it, he just remembered he'd forgotten it and leapt to his feet, dragging both the item and Sherlock out the house with him.
Course Sherlock did not appreciate Peter dragging him by his scarf. He made a mental note to never try that one again.
"They'll be surprised to see you're alive, am thought you'd probably of overdosed yourself by now and Gene-- well, he grunted and laughed."