"Why chocolates and flowers, is the intention to fatten up the recipient? What if either person has allergies, to both chocolate or pollen? That's not considerate at all." He stopped strutting up and down the living room, and threw himself down on the armchair opposite John.
"No Sherlock. That's not the point-" Watson rolled his eyes at how painfully ignorant Sherlock was being; Once again.
"Then what is the point John, trying to deduce this 'Valentine's Day' is clearly turning out to be more exasperating than previously thought."
"Would you just let me finish?" He too was growing weary, over this –once thought- apparent and "obvious" topic. "To be honest, I don't know why I'm even telling you this Sherlock. I doubt you'll have any use for it. It will just be removed from the mind palace, and chucked into the rubbish."
"There's no stopping now is there John, I can't just have bits of information floating around. It would be distracting and get in the way. Let me be the judge of its use. You seem very educated in this area; do you find it particularly interesting?"
"Sherlock, I don't think you understand, there is no science of any form behind it, it's just a traditional way of celebrating your appreciation for someone that you care about." John searched his flat-mates face, hoping to understand his thoughts. It was an impossible feat. The almost excruciatingly confused gaze before him was a surprise, yet a pleasant one.
"Could we do this? As an experiment, I mean. So that I can take notes and make observations on how beneficial this actually is..." His voice trailed off, he was so forward thinking, that he had only just returned to the present to see a completely dumfounded John. "John, what is it? Are you alright? John!"
"I-I-I still don't think you quite understand Sherlock."
"What isn't there to understand? It seems like an incredibly straight-forward procedure, I thought even you could make sense of it." He tilted his head, with an inquisitive smile; curious as to why John had not responded. "So what do you say...? Tomorrow evening, perhaps at eight o'clock. My schedule seems free then."
"NO SHERLOCK!" The remarkable increase in volume stunned Sherlock if only for a moment, he then began to stop preparing for tomorrow night and when back to doing what he does best. Deducing John. He realised that he would only be wasting his time if he attempted to interrupt so let his now, considerably out of character, friend continue. "Valentine's day is something for people who love each other to partake in. I'm very straight, despite what everyone else thinks, and you... You are just something else. I still don't even know what you are. Christ! "Sherlock don't do that to me, not here, not now."
"What? What am I doing?"
"The look Sherlock, and I'm so sure that you know that you're doing it. The I know what's really going on here, and you know it too look. There is absolutely nothing to deduce or bloody infer here Sherlock!" John had gown completely weary, and was still trying to wonder if it was worth it at all.
"Isn't there?" Sherlock went in to full detective mode, stretching his limbs so that he could really enjoy this moment in a savoury manner. "I can tell by how flushed your cheeks grew when I asked you, it was more than a rosy hue; in fact, it could be compared to a slightly faded crimson. I think that you would very much like to assist me. However, as usual you are to busy worrying about what people think and what they'll say.
"Sherlock!"
"Shhh. Come along now John, we have an early start tomorrow. It's probably best if I get the chocolate, as it will only be wasted if you get it for me. Let us begin our dissection of love and the human mind."