Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock. Or the Phantom of the Opera. Pity!
Bugger
Unfortunately, turning his back to the flat screen didn't help matters at all. This way he could avoid watching the show, but facing the wall didn't keep him from hearing the music.
"Can you turn this noise down a bit?" Sherlock demanded.
"Again, Sherlock, it's music, not noise. Do your research."
Sherlock gasped. How dared he? That was his line – his catchphrase, so to speak!
"It bothers me."
"Not my problem."
Sherlock looked over his shoulder.
"This is still my flat, you know."
"I pay the rent, too," John retorted, unimpressed
"But I live here longer!"
"Half a day longer, Sherlock! A few hours don't count."
"They do count!" Sherlock insisted. "If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't be sitting here, watching stupid stuff on the telly."
"No, I would probably be sitting in my own place and enjoy this musical alone and without interruption!"
He glared at Sherlock.
"Seriously, if I hear one more word from you, I am going to tape your mouth shut with duct tape."
"Duct tape?"
Sherlock chuckled.
"Why would you have duct tape at hand? Do you carry it around to keep your dates from running away?"
"You'd be surprised."
"Surprise me then!"
Five minutes later, Sherlock was lying on the sofa again, bound and gagged with duct tape, still listening to the noise. Bugger!