Recreational Drugs Not Included, Nor Necessary
It was no secret that Sherlock had problems with all sorts of drugs. But, obviously, all drugs can only go so far before they become- ineffective, so to speak. And something stronger is, naturally, at this point, required. With one such as Sherlock Holmes, this becomes particularly egregious. So, therefore, John was shocked that this particular `drug` was working so well. And, in case the inverted commas didn't spell it out for you, this wasn't really – at all, classifiable as a drug. Perhaps it fed into his sadism a little – It was a little cruel in a funny way, and… well, if anything, it was absolutely bonkers. And, John supposed, that in a way, it was something that took precise planning if you decided to extrude it enough. So, it was the best of both worlds – whilst the severe -weirdness of the entire thing did a job in killing the brain cells, the remaining ones were successfully kept continually maintained by the detail in the order of which he had to do things.
John was, in a way, thankful for the reduction in drugs, but it came to the new side effects… slightly irritating to say the least. Random humming, for one. They would be sitting there, in the quiet, just randomly thinking upon a random case, and all of a sudden, he'd randomly start humming – and, because John couldn't bring himself to ask him to stop, but then it would continue and then abruptly stop.
There were then the random thoughts that popped into Sherlock's head whenever he was out and about on a case. Or, especially after a case. When a particularly large case in which he had a lot of `stuff` lying around, he'd randomly take a small ball, cover it in mildly strong adhesive,, and use it to collect everything together. And then chuck it into a bin. At least he hadn't gotten as far as a rainbow bin yet.
Any of you getting it yet? Perhaps, and perhaps not, I suppose.
Whenever Sherlock walked around, he didn't simply walk either. You could see it in his eyes, flickering from one object to another. Comparing them exactly, particularly in terms of size, thinking how he would best approach the set problem into the real world. Often walking into a lamppost when doing so.
But, none of it outweighed the skyrocketing stress levels from Sherlock's mood swings. And, John had to admit, in his off-hours, having an attempt was quite… relaxing and enjoyable. And Sherlock seemed to enjoy the thing even more, trying to out predict where John was going to do. Never mind what the `humans` were going to do themselves.
John did find himself in a peculiar predicament indeed. Especially when:
"John, mine's bigger than yours." John didn't think of himself as a dirty person, but he had to admit, anyone would misconstrue that. Then again, due to the slight distraction of laughter, maybe that was the point. All of a sudden, Sherlock bashed into John, causing him to lose quite a bit of weight.
"Slightly… cliché, for you."
"What can I say? It works, doesn't it?"
And, at the end of the day, John had to admit –
Katamari was a lot of fun.
