October 25th
Sherlock groaned, ruffling his hair.
He'd been through John's room twice at this point and still found nothing what he himself would call a costume. He realised that he didn't have a huge idea of what passed as a costume and what didn't, but he didn't see anything that looked out of the ordinary.
He was so preoccupied that he didn't hear footsteps on the stairs.
"What are you doing?"
Sherlock jumped, immediately swivelling to look at the doorway.
"What are you doing in my room?" John repeated, his eyes flickering past Sherlock and to the rest of his room.
Sherlock's nostrils flared in irritation. "You don't have a costume."
John frowned. "What?"
"A costume; a Halloween costume!"
The confusion cleared from his flatmate's face. "Oh... You're snooping around my room because of my costume?" John asked.
An idea suddenly lit up Sherlock's eyes. "Oh! Oh! You're going to be a soldier for Halloween!"
John rolled his eyes. "Really? Do you really think I'm going to be a soldier?"
"You have nothing else," Sherlock said defiantly.
John smiled coyly. "You think I'd leave my costume in plain sight for you to see? I figured that you'd probably snoop... Not that I like it," he added dryly.
Sherlock scowled. "You're hiding your costume from me."
John smiled and ushered Sherlock out of his room. "I'm not particularly hiding it. You just aren't looking where you should be."
Sherlock frowned and let himself be led out of the room. "Where else would you possibly be hiding it?"
"I'm not going to tell you that. It's almost Halloween. I think you can wait."
"Waiting is not my strong suit," Sherlock muttered, throwing himself onto the sofa with a heavy sigh.
John rolled his eyes. "I know. Want some tea?"
"I'd rather have hot chocolate," Sherlock replied lazily, steepling his fingers beneath his chin.
"Of course you would," John muttered, but Sherlock heard him open the cupboard to get the cocoa out, anyway.
For those who guessed soldier or doctor for John, no... but good guesses. :p
I do not own Sherlock.