Hello beautiful readers, and welcome to chapter two that is also known as a piece of shit. Enjoy x
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The case of the real question.
If Sherlock Holmes was like an average person, he would have raised an eyebrow, or snorted, or made some other sarcastic and bitterly amused show of emotion.
But the consulting detective was not like an average person, and therefore his face remained motionless. Inside his mind, however, thoughts were being tossed around at an astoundingly rapid pace.
The first was, My god, John, you've really let yourself go on these titles. The second was, Is John working with someone else? As he realized that he and John hadn't had any new cases. The third was, That's not right, John's mine. The fourth was, What are you thinking, Sherlock? Pull yourself together. The fifth was, I need a cup of tea.
Pale eyes glanced to his side and noted with disdain that there was a chronic lack of tea in the cup next to him.
His fifth thought was, therefore, John, get me some tea.
His sixth thought was, of course, Oh.
Sherlock sighed with irritation, and glanced back to his phone.
The case of the real question
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The next words that he read made Sherlock's mouth twitch in an almost smile – a facial expression that was, of course, reserved exclusively for John or things pertaining to John.
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Sherlock's almost-smile disappeared, but it was not replaced with a frown. Instead it was replaced with his "game face" as Mrs. Hudson and John not-so-fondly referred to it.
John was trying to hide something from him? The game was so on.
