With a huge, huffy sigh, John finally gave in.
"Okay, I'll make a bloody 'Twitter', solving crimes on a social networking site? There's something."
He said to Sherlock as he turned around to face his laptop almost missing the slight twitch of the edge of Sherlock's lips, dying to form a sly grin. Almost.
Booting up the laptop, John ranted to himself, that little voice in his head secretly calling Sherlock everything that sprang to mind.
"Oh, shut up, John." Sherlock replied to his thoughts; John didn't bother replying.
Silence overran the small, compact flat as the pair concentrated carefully on deciding their usernames. Sherlock was the first to choose his, and raised an eyebrow at John's obvious 'thinking face'. He liked to label John's facial expressions; it amused him to a great extent.
Feeling Sherlock's eyes on him, John glanced up, in which Sherlock responded instantly and glanced back down to the laptop, which sat upon his lap. John almost let out a chuckle that was caught in his throat. Inspiration kicked in seconds after, and John let out a small victory cry. This took Sherlock by surprise as he jumped a little, and his eyebrows shot up so that they were practically in his hairline.
"So?" Sherlock asked, managing to gain his composure back before John noticed.
"What?" John replied; clearly not understanding the meaning behind Sherlock's vague question.
"Your username, what is it?"
"Oh, 'Jay-Hamish-Watson'" John said, pronouncing the words carefully.
"The letter 'J' or the word 'Jay'" Sherlock asked, feigning confusion - words oozing with sarcasm.
"Letter" was the one word reply he received as John turned back to his laptop, clearly not listening properly. Rolling his eyes, Sherlock began to edit his profile.
In his mind, he read 'bio', and thought to himself 'this must mean biography, as in; short description, ordinary people and their laziness - pointless abbreviations'.
He began typing furiously at his keyboard, once finished; he leaned back and admired what he had wrote: 'My name is Sherlock Holmes and I am the world's only consulting detective. I can tell a software designer by his tie and an airline pilot by his thumb.'
He began to tap his laptop in boredom, waiting for John to finish his.
"Aren't you done yet?" Sherlock all but snapped impatiently.
"No, I'm just writing a little about myself"
John was actually finished. He read over his 'bio': 'Doctor John H. Watson. I fought in the war; Afghanistan to be exact. Army Doctor. I now work alongside Sherlock Holmes; Consulting Detective. Worlds only.' He was enjoying this. Sherlock began tapping impatiently on his laptop, shaking his leg in annoyance.
"Okay, I'm finished!" John announced proudly "what am I supposed to do now?"
"Follow me" Sherlock said as it was the most obvious thing in the world – which it probably was.
"And how am I supposed to do that?"
"Type my username in the search box, which is 'This-Is-Sherlock-Haych'" he pronounced
Without replying, John did exactly what he was told, and clicked the rather large white button, with what seemed to be a bird inside that read 'follow'. Upon clicking it, it soon became a blue button with 'Following' in white writing inside of it. He assumed the task was completed.
Sherlock did the same to John.
Sherlock got annoyed at the ridiculously obvious questions John was asking, he eventually stood up, placed his laptop on the desk, called John over and explained the entire thing to him – he was sure John would be an expert at this sort of thing considering his 'blog'.
He was almost certain he would begin to regret joining a social networking site.