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Bet
John chuckled, when he caught Sherlock's stare of fury.
"Nah, I am not that cruel," he decided. "But I did enjoy the glimpse of hate in your eyes just now."
And he would get 221 glares more if he didn't stop soon! If only he could get his hands free. Or his feet. But John must have had a lot of experience when it came to duct tape …
"If I did release you now, do you promise that you will keep silent for the rest of the performance?" John asked.
Sherlock pursed his lips. Or at least he tried to. There was no use in making faces. A gesture was in order.
Reluctantly, Sherlock nodded. Once.
"Promise?"
Sherlock closed his eyes for a second. John was so getting this back one day!
Again, Sherlock moved his head, indicating his agreement to the outrageous demand.
"Alright!"
John grinned.
"Prepare yourself."
Unfortunately there was no time to prepare oneself for the pain, when with a harsh jerk John ripped off the duct tape from Sherlock's mouth.
"Damn you!" Sherlock cursed, loudly.
"I can reattach this, quite easily …" John suggested. "I have loads of this stuff."
"No," Sherlock refused, moving his arms, impatiently. "Cut my hands loose."
"Ohhh …"
John feigned pity.
"Are they numb already?"
Sherlock gritted his teeth.
"You bet!"