A super cute fluffy piece to make up for my not updating. I'm so sorry! I promise I didn't intentionally abandon this story; AP World History is FOUR HOURS OF HOMEWORK A NIGHT. I'm sorry. Take this as my peace offering before I revert back to my homework?
Molly was stopping by with fresh body parts from the morgue when she first met Hamish. Smaug. Whatever the cat's name was.
"Oh, aren't you cute?" she cooed at Smaug, who lounged on the sofa, nearly camouflaged by the black-on-black design. "You never told me that you had a cat, Sherlock!"
"I never told you that I never wanted one," John muttered, and Sherlock stepped on his foot.
""What's the little darling's name?" Molly persisted, despite the thickening tensions between the two flatmates. They spoke simultaneously:
"Smaug."
"Hamish."
Molly looked between the two as they continued to argue. Evidently this had been an ongoing argument.
"Smaug."
"Hamish."
"Smaug."
"Hamish."
"SMAUG—That evil little-"
"It's HAMISH—And he's done nothing to you-"
"SMAUG! And do you not remember him trying to eat me?"
"You were a hedgehog! What did you expect Hamish to do?"
"Leave me bloody well alone, that's what! That cat deserves the name Smaug!"
"I'll just be-" Molly motions towards the door, sensing that this won't be ending anytime soon, "Going."
The two oblivious men continue arguing as Molly wishes them well and leaves, neither one noticing her departure.
"Smaug!"
"Hamish!"
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xoxo Brenda