Another short drabble. I just got my hair cut short after five years of having it really long. This is my way of coping with the grief.. because I really need to. Hope you all like it.
"I'm never doing this ever again."
"What if you need to for another case?"
"I'll wear a wig. This experience was far too scarring to attempt it again."
"You really need to calm down, Sherlock."
"But John, I miss my curls!"
Sherlock sat curled up pathetically on the couch with a pillow over his face. He had cut his hair short for a disguise and now he was regretting it immensely.
"Sherlock," John sighed, sitting down beside him. "Your hair will grow back. It grows so fast; before you know it you'll have your curls again.
Sherlock sniffed from underneath the pillow. "It won't grow to the length it was before for another two and a half months. I've calculated it already."
"Sher— do you know what, never mind." Said John; getting up and walking into the kitchen. "I'm going to make some tea. Do you want some?"
Sherlock mumbled something that sounded like a positive response. John sighed. "Poor, ridiculous git. His hair will be long again and then he'll start complaining once more about how often I make him go to get it cut."
John put on the kettle for tea.
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Jfreak