"I'm bored."
"So you've said," John sighed, not taking his eyes off of his laptop. "Go find something to do."
Sherlock did not cease bouncing his leg. "I tried. I'm bored. Get me a case."
"Sherlock, for the last time, I just texted Lestrade ten minutes ago. There's nothing going on. Why don't you play your violin?"
"You took it away."
"Well, I was getting tired of funeral dirges! Anything you want to watch on the telly?"
"You yanked the cord."
"You were yelling at the actors! Oh, for- never mind. Want to play a game?"
Sherlock perked up slightly. "What game?"
"Hmmm... John shut his laptop, resigned to his fate. "What do you want to play?"
"Chess?"
"You turned the board over last time we played."
"Clue?"
"Absolutely not. You always accuse the victim of suicide."
"Pictionary?"
"I had nightmares for a week last time we played that."
"Taboo?"
"Not a chance, Sherlock."
"Old Maid?"
"You always deduct which card it is. I hardly even have to talk."
"Well, you're very predictable." Sherlock threw both legs into the air and then slumped down into his chair. "Bored, bored, bored! Can't you text Les-"
"No."