Flat
Sherlock:
John wants to move in on Friday. Likes the flat, but not my stuff, obviously. Declared it as thrash. Got to show him some of my work, my experiments. Maybe he´ll be able to understand. Think he´ll like the decomposing toenails. Medical man after all. Must wear something now when at home. Remember buying nightgown. Ugh, shopping… Ask Mycroft to get one delivered? I doubt. Search the internet for one. Tidy up a bit before John comes to sign the papers today? Make a good impression so that he doesn´t change his mind? …dull, but however… Got 8 hours. Clean up later, kidney now.
John:
Nice flat. Lived in. Got History. Some of my medical books, my army memorabilia and a warm cup of tea? Could be home. Weird guy, Sherlock Holmes, but seems a nice feller. I hope I can get used to him and his habits. Everybody I told I´ll move in gave me a grave warning. It´s not like he´ll eat me alive the first night I spend in the flat…? No, he won´t do that. It was weird having him showing me around. He was kinda …proud …of this mess. The books, the papers, the maps, the knifes, the cigarettes. It´s very much Sherlock. Or so I think. He proposed to clean up "a bit". Had a very endearing smile. Sign papers tomorrow 10 am at Mrs Hudsons´. New address 221 B Baker Street!
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