Mycroft was jarred from his concentration by a soft ping sound coming from his phone. of course it was his little brother who was the cause of the distraction. Sure enough, with a glance at the cellular device, it reveals that Sherlock was indeed the sender. With a huff of annoyance, he looks at the text his brother sent. (Not that he actually cared about him, but that was mostly denial that not even he will get into).
The text that Sherlock sent was a picture of a brown tabby cat with black stripes, and seafoam green eyes. An adorable cat, especially with it's pensive expression.
A second later, and he put the phone away, determined to actually get work done. The paperwork wasn't going to do itself. Unfortunately.
A ding sounds a second later, and Mycroft unconsciously ignores it. Of course that doesn't last long, when six dings make themselves known.
"Sherlock," Mycroft huffs under his breath, as he looks at his phone.
Nothing but cats. Different sizes, different colours and even different poses! He could probably vouch that his little brother was obsessed with these creatures.
Mycroft sent a text back, saying "Do you mind? I'm trying to work. This country can't govern itself."
Sherlock replied almost instantly, and it said, "I know :)"
A swift resolution is made that he will now ignore his little brother and finish his work.
A soft ding once more makes itself known. Two more follow. His curiosity makes himself look (There's a cat joke that can be made here, but Mycroft won't get into that either).
"Look, Mycroft, John and I got a cat!" Was the first text. The next was a picture of a fluffy orange tabby. Sherlock's next text was "We named him Mycroft!"
Mycroft smirked, a tad evilly, and sent a reply text to his brother. That smirk stayed on his face for the remainder of his work day, and he did, in fact get all the work that needed to be done finished.
"Coming out of the closet, are we?"