I don't own Sherlock (sadly!)
John Watson sat, newspaper in hand as he sipped his tea, brow furrowed as a series of noises he was desperately trying to ignore seemed to grow louder by the second.
"A-almost there! Come on! Yes! Oh god yes!" Sherlock bellowed.
John's eye twitched at the voice before he turned his neck towards its source harshly, neck clicking at the speed.
"Yes! Yes! How do you like that?!"
"Will you stop that Sherlock!" he yelled to the bedroom, there was silence before a wave of 'yes's were heard. He had been ignored again it seemed. "At least keep it down." The man muttered, turning back to his tea.
It had been like this for hours. Hours! As another hour passed, John had finally reached his breaking point.
Footsteps were heard suddenly and the door was yanked open, a wide eyed Sherlock Holmes in the archway, hair a wild curly mess. He stormed over to his assistant/room-mate in nothing but his boxers, snatching Johns tea and downed it in one go.
"Finished?" The shorter man asked with a sigh.
Sherlock grinned crookedly, "Yes and it was quite enjoyable." He said, taking a seat at the table.
"Not as dull as you expected?"
"Not at all, the fellow is someone I would enjoy many more afternoons and maybe even tea if possible."
A small smile came to John's face at that as his eyes rested on the black device in Sherlock's grasp. "And you said it was for children and people with nothing more to do than scratch their asses. You were wrong."
At that Sherlock snorted, "Unlikely, I simply stated my first conclusion on the evidence provided. Logical reasoning. So no, I was not wrong."
"Mm-hm."
"I shall be getting the rest of the Professor Layton series, for recreational research of course."
John shook his head fondly, "Of course. It'll give you something to do when there aren't cases at least."
There was a beat of silence as the curly haired detective took a slice of the other man's sandwich, "Zelda wasn't bad either."
