Another 221B (221 words with the final word beginning with a 'b')
Get Thinking
The plastic handles of the shopping bags were cutting into John's fingers as he trudged up the stairs, and he was tired and bad-tempered. He glared at his flatmate slumped at one end of the sofa.
"Don't bother telling me what your last slave died of," he told him grumpily. "I think I can guess."
"I'm thinking," Sherlock told him firmly.
"So what else is new?" John demanded. "And is the mighty Holmes brain incapable of multi-tasking all of a sudden?"
"I'm thinking," Sherlock insisted, gripping the arm of the sofa more firmly.
John stomped into the kitchen, hauled the bags onto the table and began to unload them, grumbling quietly. For a while there was no sound from the other room, then Sherlock emitted a high-pitched whine which continued for several seconds. Alarmed, John hurried into the lounge to be greeted by the sight of Sherlock sliding in slow motion off the sofa and onto the floor, apparently unable to prevent himself.
"What the hell ...?" John ran across the room and fell to his knees beside him as Sherlock landed firmly on his backside. Even as John reached for him, Sherlock turned and burped an alcohol-laden breath into his face while beaming cheerfully at him.
"I thaid I wath thinking," he told him happily. "Get me thome more beer."
Author's Note: My best mate and all-round adorable person Verity Burns sent me a fluffy bunny to assist in inspiring me to write more fic. The bunny is named VerityBun and she is wearing a T-shirt which says, "Get thinking!" on it. This may have had something to do with the inspiration for this latest 221B ...