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Short story that i may well turn into a comic strip on DeviantArt sometime soon.
Enjoy!
John walked into the bathroom after dumping the shopping he had just got into the surprisingly clear kitchen.
Sherlock was sitting on the sofa with his head lolling on the backboard, half-lidded eyes drowsy from the thirteen nicotine patches on his bare arms.
"Sherlock…?" John called, sniffing the scented air present in the bathroom.
"Yes? My little blogger?" He murmured from his spot on the sofa.
"The bathroom smells…um.. different. What did you do?"
"Oh an experiment went wrong, you don't mind do you? The smell will linger for a while."
"Well no, but where did you put it?"
"I threw it down the toilet, Vile smelling stuff!"
John tuts as he goes to make dinner, shaking his head.
