[This is only an attempt at writing Sherlock and John's characters. Please do tell me if I've done them decently.]
"Bored."
That was the first word that John had heard from Sherlock in days. John turned his head as Sherlock stood up, pacing back and forth.
"No new cases. Well, no new interesting cases but still," he said to himself, looking straight as he continued pacing, looking out the window every few moments. "We need a new case, John. It has been.. how long has it been?"
Looking up from his laptop, John replied, "At least three months, Sherlock."
"Three months? Preposterous. John, please do find me a case."
"But you've turned everything down. Do you expect me to find you a good case?" John asked, dismayed.
"Yes, I do," Sherlock simply replied, stopping his pacing and staring out the window. As John muttered profanity, he attempted to search up cases on a news website and whatnot.
"Suicide that could be a murder?"
"I've done that so many times already. I've gotten sick of it."
"Lost people?"
"Not interested."
"Oh, god, I swear Sherlock you're very, very hard to please!" John exclaimed as he shook his head, scrolling down and skimming through articles. It was all the same thing.
"Well? Anything that would peak my interest?"
"No," John said with a sigh.
"Then keep searching."
With a sigh and a frown, John continued to scroll down. There were just some moments that he regretted meeting Sherlock.