"John?" Sherlock called through from another room.
John sighed meaningfully "What?" he didn't really want to query but it had become an unintentional habit. He got up and walked towards an upturned stool and returned it to its upright position.
"I need your opinion on something", once again he was obviously adamant to remain in the room he was in- 'always having his way: the lazy sod'- was a frequently used understatement by Mrs Hudson.
John had begun to regret asking and hunted for Sherlock. "Where are you?" he poked his head around several doorways and passages until he walked head first into Sherlock. He tutted sharply "you need to stop doing that, anyone would think you were doing that on purpose!" he stepped back as Sherlock waltzed past swiftly and directly into the room opposite. "So, what was it you wanted?" John folded his arms in a fed-up demeanor, he leant against the door pane. Sherlock didn't give an answer, instead he projected a series of Mmm's and Aah's from the airing cupboard. "Sherlock?" the Mmm-ing continued, "Sherlock? Are you even listening to me?" there once again was no answer.
John slumped off into the kitchen and took out a mug to make himself a cup of tea. He opened the fridge door to take out the milk and was confronted by what looked like a bag of congealed toes and what appeared to be blackened tongues. The stench clogged his nostrils and he slammed the door gasping for fresh air. "DISGUSTING" he howled. Mrs Hudson was hovering in the opening between the kitchen and the living room.
"Everything alright dear?" She asked with a look of genuine concern.
"No, actually. Sherlock is doing my bloody head in!"
"Ah, okay..." Mrs Hudson paused in thought. "Well there really isn't that much I can do to help dear- although I've heard that a certain counsellor in the are does the perfect job for couples!" She was beginning to go red in the face and she tottered off shortly with a nudge from Sherlock.
His masculine frame appeared next to John, "Everything alright?" he walked to the chaise lounge and threw himself down.
I'm guessing that was more of a statement than it was you actually caring for how I am?" John raised an eyebrow with attitude.
"Umm...yes?" Sherlock glanced at John who was now looking down upon him.
"Umm...yes? Umm...yes?" John scoffed, repeating with a hint of repugnance. "Half a bloody hour of you murmuring to yourself about how you wanted my opinion, 'No answer' and 'Mmm's' and 'Aah's' and tongues and toes in the fridge! And this in just today! DON'T GET ME STARTED ON YESTERDAY!" John paused as Sherlock swung his legs around to sit bolt-upright. He patted the seat next to him, but before John could respond a hand tapped John gently on the shoulder from behind. He turned and Mrs Hudson passed him a business card; he didn't have the energy to begin again, and she scampered away hurriedly. John breathed in annoyance.
"John" Sherlock patted the seat next to him once again.
"Sherlock!" John's volume still raised, but only just now. He plonked himself down.
"I want your opinion on something" Sherlock spoke in a calmed tone.
"What on?" John furrowed his brow and gazed up at Sherlock in pure admiration of him.
"I had an idea; I want to know what you say... 'yes' or 'no', okay?"
John shrugged "Well, either way you'll do the opposite, that is unless you already have your mind set." John shook his head.
"Yeah, you're right" Sherlock smiled. "I think I'm going to do something BIG"