ONE MONTH MOOOOOOOOOOOORE
And that's basically all I have to say.
"You seem cheerful," Sherlock noted.
"One more month, Sherlock!" John exclaimed. "One more month to the day and then this madness is over! Of course I'm excited!"
"Over?" Sherlock glanced back and shifted his wings, an unhappy look briefly crossing his face. He soon shrugged indifferently and looked back. "All for the best," he said. "You're terrible with a Blackberry, John."
"Not everyone is a mobile genius, Sherlock," John replied.
"Tell me about it," Sherlock snorted.
John would not be deterred by Sherlock's sardonic tones and hummed happily as he tore a vacuum through the flat, a pleased expression upon his face. Mrs. Hudson poked her head into the apartment, seeming to be a tad bewildered that her tenants were actually using cleaning supplies (heaven forbid!), and John shouted a cheery hello to her over the roar of the vacuum.
He rolled the machine to a different part of the flat, still humming loudly enough to be heard, and Sherlock and Mrs. Hudson exchanged amused looks. "He seems happy," she said loudly.
Sherlock nodded. "It's only another month until he and I both revert back to our natural states," he replied.
"You don't seem quite so enthusiastic about that," Mrs. Hudson noted.
Sherlock shrugged again. "Well, while John has had to deal with the frustrations of being less than four feet tall, I've had wings and fire breathing and goodness, if every criminal doesn't take me seriously now."
"That probably has something to do with you eating a fellow," Mrs. Hudson pointed out.
"You know about that?"
"There was a giant hole in my wall, Sherlock. And John hasn't yet figured out how to lie to me, bless him."
"Hm." Sherlock paused thoughtfully, his ears flicking occasionally to catch foreign sounds. "It does come in handy, when it comes to intimidation. I even got Loki once, if only for a second."
"Speaking of Loki, did you ever find out where Moriarty went?" Mrs. Hudson asked. "John told me he was gone by the time you got there."
"Yes, and all he left was a few slices of complicated pizza," Sherlock said remorsefully. "Oh well, it was good pizza. John didn't like it."
Mrs. Hudson chuckled. John came back in with the vacuum, by this time singing (Sherlock thought it sounded like a more fitting rendition of Les Miserables One Day More), and Mrs. Hudson and Sherlock burst out laughing. John turned off the vacuum and looked at them curiously. Sherlock had to cover his snout with his claws to keep from lighting the house on fire.