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(Yeeesssssssssss)
(Yeeesssssssssss)
(Okie)
“Okay. Please get dressed though if anyone comes over.” He said.
"I am dressed, John." Sherlock said.
“Oh, yes, right.” He said, walking over to the bedroom. “I’ll be back.”
"Right." Sherlock said, picking up John's lopsided crane and putting it on the mantle.
John put on a new shirt and walked back over. “Are you going to call Lestrade?”
"Later. I don't feel like it right now."
“Five minutes ago that was all you wanted to do.”
"I'm allowed to change my mind, am I not?"
“Of course.” John blinked. “So, what is it you want to do now?”
"Absolutely nothing."
“This doesn’t suite you, you know.” He said as he sat down on his sofa chair.
"People change, especially presumed dead people who spent two years snuffing out the last of Moriarty's henchmen. Don't judge me."
“No judgment.” John defended, putting his hands up.
"Do you really think I should call Lestrade?" Sherlock asked.
“There’s no harm. Do you whatever you want to do.”
(I gtg for bit, but ill be on later.)
(Bye!)
(Hello?)
(I guess by “later” I meant 24 hours… I am so sorry. I’m back now tho.)
(Lol hi! Continue?)
(Yeup)
“There’s no harm. Do you whatever you want to do.”
"I'm going to call Lestrade." Sherlock said.
“Okay.” John pulled his laptop over and opened it up.
Sherlock dialed Lestrade's phone number and waited. "Lestrade, has anyone committed a crime you can't solve, like normal?" he asked into the phone. A few minutes of shouting later Sherlock received news of an incredibly violent murder. "John, how do you feel about investing a murder?" he asked.
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