Today was… tedious to say the least. Watson sat in his comfy chair, sipping tea as he checked up his blog. He peeked up over his laptop when he heard the all too familiar baritone sigh. Sherlock flopped onto his sofa, wrapped up in his starch white sheet like a lethargic burrito. Watson returned his annoyed gaze to his monitor, but there was that damn sigh again. He looked once more with grumble. The curly topped investigator was now hanging upside down off the couch.
The blonde sidekick arched a brow, about to focus on his business, but once again, the blasted huff of air. Sherlock was now planking on top of the back of the sofa. John chuckled with a small thin smile. He could have sworn he saw a slight smirk on his partner's lips.
"Bored." Sherlock muttered, but John only shook his head with another stifled laugh. He nearly rage-flipped his laptop at another wisp of a sigh, but he spotted Sherlock already staring at his phone with his cat like green eyes. John humored himself at the thought of Sherlock having black kitty ears and tail.
"Yes!" Sherlock began to waltz with a spark in his eyes. "Double homicide, most likely a serial killer of twenty three victims! Oh it is just delightful as finding an Easter egg with a severed finger inside! Finally something worth my time!"
John smirked, already standing, ready to go.