"What's this, then?" John asks, approaching Sherlock and dangling a small cloth bag by its drawstrings in front of his face, "Remember that time you told me that the flat was clean? Not even a week ago?"
Sherlock makes a grab for the pouch, "Give that to me!"
John laughs sarcastically, "Oh, sure! Let me just give the drugs right to you!" He snorts, "No. This is getting flushed."
Sherlock attempts to grab the bag again, "It is NOT drugs! Give. It. To me!" John dodges easily.
"Not on your life." he makes it into the loo, and has it over the toilet, prepared to drop it when suddenly Sherlock's increasingly frantic 'No's and 'Give it here's are interrupted by beeping. "What-"
In John's moment of confusion Sherlock snatches the bag and slips the content out before quickly and and single-handedly pressing buttons on its front.
Gaping, John asks, "Sherlock, is that a-"
"Shut up." Sherlock demands, still pressing buttons and making small beeping noises.
"-Tamagotchi?" John finishes.
Sherlock and John lock eyes for a moment, a long moment, until the small egg makes the noise it does when you loose a game. Sherlock looks back down to continue tending to it.
John dashes out of the bathroom and up to his room. Sherlock can here him up there slamming dresser drawers open and shut, followed by a loud, "Got it!" and then quick footsteps down the stairs. He dangles his own Tamagotchi so Sherlock can see it. It has a blue, silicone case on, but the yellow with butterflies pattern is still recognizable. "I need a battery."
Sherlock slips his Tamagotchi back into the pouch before heading to his room, in which he has a shoe box especially for three volt watch batteries. He rips open a new pack and holds the silver disk out to John.
John continues working on the back screw with the edge of his fingernail until he is able to pop the back off. He accepts the new battery and slides it into place. The long beep causing John to remember when he got the toy as a gag gift. When prompted, he selects the download button and that familiar, needy, small oval with ears appears.
Sherlock looks over John's shoulder, "You paused it as an infant."
"I wasn't able to care for it properly for a while, then the battery drained while it was on pause and I sort of just forgot about it." He explains.
Nodding, Sherlock holds out his own Tamagotchi, it looks brand new; no scuffs, scratches, or chips in the paint or on the screen. It's dark in color with yellow stars. Ironic. "I've had this one for seven years and I'm far past my ninety-ninth generation." Sherlock says blithely.
John looks impressed, "I'm only on my eleventh."
"Let's have babies." Sherlock suggests.
"Okay, let's." John agrees, and selects the heart for infrared connection.
