A/N: Just a simple, St. Patrick's day drabble for you, my loves~
Happy St. Patrick's Day.
Enjoy and review!
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John was setting his cup in the sink when a loud noise came in the direction from behind. It was sort of a snort mixed with what seemed to be a laugh. Stealing a glance over his shoulder, the doctor was met with a slightly amused and befuddled expression plastered on Sherlock's face. John sighed. "Yes? What is it that you find so funny?"
"What in God's name are you wearing?" the detective asked with a smirk.
John looked down at his jumper and pursed his lips tightly. "One of my jumpers-"
"No, John. To be perfectly precise you are wearing a jumper that is the color of dark forest green."
"Yes, well it's St. Patrick's Day."
Sherlock's lip twitched and he tried not to break out into a smug grin. "Why do people have the need to wear green-"
"Oh for heaven's sake, Sherlock." John muttered, brushing past him with a roll of his eyes. "It's tradition. Surely your mind can understand something that simple."
Sherlock looked offended. "Of course I can comprehend the function of this simple March holiday. St. Patrick's Day, also known as the Festival of Patrick, is a holiday that was originally celebrated religiously, but over time has generally become a day to commence in celebration of the Irish culture."
"Yes, very good."
"Was that sarcasm?"
"Perhaps."
"You know, originally the color was blue, not green." Sherlock muttered, perching himself in his normal place on the kitchen stool in front of his microscope. "Green is such a ridiculous and comical color."
John shoved his arms through the arms of his jacket, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Your eyes are often green."
"Yes, and at other times they're blue and grey. The color of my iris hardly has anything to do with this conversation, John, do pay attention and add more useful comments to this if you wish to continue it."
The ex-army doctor reached over and pinched Sherlock's shoulder, causing the consulting detective to jump in surprise. "What was that for?" he snapped, clearly irritated.
A grin spread across John's face. "You aren't wearing green."
Sherlock groaned in frustration, watching as John left the flat. "That's an American tradition, John!" he yelled after him, but nevertheless an affectionate smile touched his lips.
