John watched his feet as he and Sherlock walked down the street. Normally, he wasn't the sort of person to be interested in his toes, but when you suddenly find yourself with a new pair of feet, you'd be staring too.

And when said feet are ridiculously large and covered with curly blond hair, well, it's a little hard not to be distracted.

John sighed and shoved his hands into the pockets of his pants—actually a lot more comfortable than the jeans or BDUs that he was accustomed to—and looked over at the large winged reptilian walking next to him.

Sherlock was dressed in his usual way—that is, as dressed as dragon could be. John still hadn't figured out where on earth he had been able to find a scarf that size.

Sherlock angled one of his brightly glowing eyes down on John. "Still sulking?" he asked, his amusement with the situation obviously not spent.

John glared up at him. "No," he said touchily. "I never was sulking, Sherlock."

"John, you have been acting like a petulant child for the past few days." Sherlock was clearly restraining a laugh.

"Says the one who took my gun and shot holes in the wall because he was bored," John answered.

Sherlock shrugged, resulting in a gargantuan stumble that John did his best not to laugh at. The grin couldn't be helped, though.

John looked around at the crowd passing them by. Funny, nobody was giving them any looks. He snorted.

A hobbit and a dragon walking down a London street. Of course nobody's going to look.

"You know, being a dragon is quite enjoyable, John," Sherlock remarked lightly. "The ability to breathe fire, flight of course, and many dragons are said to have magical capacities."

He was bragging. Rubbing it in. And it was so painfully obvious. John looked up at Sherlock.

"I'm really looking forward to getting you killed," he said.

Sherlock looked back down at him sharply. "What?"

Oh, now there was a piece of information that Sherlock Holmes shouldn't have deleted from his hard-drive brain…

John grinned wickedly.


Oh dear, John, you're not going to hold this one over Sherlock's head, are you? You're supposed to be nicer than that... *shakes finger*

Huzzah, the next conversation! This one is a good deal longer than the last, so I hope you don't mind too very much. Well, that's all for now. See you next month!