"John, what are you doing?"
John didn't look up from where he was so intently tapping away at the screen. Sherlock tried again, "John. Jooooooooooohn."
"Shh, Sherlock," John hushed, not stopping what he was doing, "I'm on a winning streak."
"What are you playing?" And in that moment, as he shifted, he accidentally brushed John's side. That minute movement caused the shorter man's hand to stall long enough for the Game Over screen to appear. John froze.
"Sherlock."
"Yes?"
The detective was uneasy as John very slowly turned to face him, expression unreadable. "Get out."
"Wha-?"
"Get. Out."
As the detective quickly got up to leave, he caught a glimpse of his flatmate's score on this Flappy Bird game. It was only two.
Sherlock had been playing this cursed game for five hours. Five bloody hours. The game was much harder than he originally thought. Much, much harder. He had yet to get past fourteen. This bird seemed to be lacking major IQ. He concentrated all his intellect to just get it past the next pipe-
"Are you kidding me?" The detective shouted at his phone, "I didn't even TOUCH the pipe this time!" He took a look at the zero flashing on the screen and threw his phone against the wall. "Stupid Flappy Bird..."
I played Flappy Bird for three hours straight and can't make it past 0. I've had it for three weeks and my high score is 1. That's pretty damn pathetic. Review, I suppose...