Some people would roll their eyes and click their tongues at a middle-aged man settling down to watch a Disney film, and so, imagine the reaction to two middle-aged men settling down to watch a Disney film. Well, after much insistence from John and much failing to retaliate against those big blue eyes on Sherlock's part, that is exactly what those two men were doing. John had rented that new Disney film, Tangled, from Blockbuster because he had never seen it before, and he had always seen every Disney film, ever since he was a little boy. Sherlock had been Disney deprived though, and John was starting to see why. What he couldn't see was why Sherlock was a consulting detective when he would fit right in with the film critics.
"This movie is ridiculous, John." Sherlock drawled, "It's not making sense, especially time-wise. They started dancing at the beginning of their visit to town, and their dancing session should have continued uninterrupted judging by the song, and right at the end it was time to venture to the boats. However, they seemed to manage trips to the library and shops around town as well. Preposterous!"
"Sherlock, please." John sighed.
"Not only that," the detective continued, "but when they finished dancing it was still bright and sunny. But only moments after that, when they got on the boat, it was dark. How is that? What, did they crawl to the boats like a snail? That's the only explanation!"
"It's a Disney movie, Sherlock. It's not make to make sense; it's supposed to bring you joy, and hope, and-"
"Hope?" Sherlock scoffed, "If anything, this makes me lose hope. In humanity."
John sighed again, defeated, because he'd never win against the man who would outlive God trying to have the last word, and resigned himself to stroking Sherlock's head of dark curls rested on John's shoulder. He didn't mind the weight though, for it was warm and smelt familiar. Weird as it was that the smell of scalded eyeballs mixed with black coffee could be classed as familiar, that was just another aspect that made Sherlock who he was. Nevertheless, he seriously wished Sherlock would just shut up for once.
Author's notes: I was originally going to write more for this. However, when I recently opened it again and read over this document, I realised it was fine as it was, really, so decided to upload it as is.
Seriously though, I agree with Sherlock. What happened with that scene in Tangled? Messed up, I tell ye!
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Disclaimer: Sherlock belongs to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
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