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- Heart of Prose

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-HP (Doin' it Sherlock style.)

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Prompt: Cap
Rating: K+
Summary: Sherlock fails to see the logic in toothpaste caps.

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"Sherlock, for about the fiftieth time – stop leaving the bloody cap off the toothpaste!"

Sherlock glanced up from his phone, finger hovering mid-text over the screen, and raised an eyebrow at his flatmate.

"But John, it makes things so much easier. Do you have any idea how hard it is to remove a cap when I've got my contacts out? Nearly impossible! So I thought I'd just leave it off all together – saves time that way."

He replied, clearly annoyed with the whole idea of toothpaste-caps in general, and shook his head in a way that said,

'Really now, John. You should understand this by now.'

With an indignant huff John turned back to searching the bathroom counter for the missing cap, silently cursing Sherlock's complete disregard for sanitary living.

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After nearly an hour of rummaging about the entire bathroom and finding nothing even remotely resembling a toothpaste cap, John walked back into the living room and planted himself in front of Sherlock's armchair with a scowl.

"Sherlock, where on earth did you put the bloody thing! I have searched that room from top to bottom, and I still can't find it."

Sherlock looked up again, his expression one of innocent surprise, and John groaned as it finally hit him.

"You threw it away, didn't you?"

Sherlock put down his phone, and smiled