Author's Note: Here's the next installment! I know that it's a bit short, but the next chapter will be longer. Thank you for your support!
John followed Sherlock into a ritzy store that only sold suits. While John had no desire to look at suits, Sherlock seemed to be absolutely amazed by the details put into each one.
"You see this sleeve?" He asked John as he pointed to a grey-pine striped suit. "It's made out of a special wool that can only be found in some sheep."
John nodded and smiled.
"That's very neat, Sherlock." He turned towards the door, ready to head back to their gate.
Sherlock groaned and stomped his foot. "No, don't go yet! I'm not finished looking at the suits."
The detective crossed the store and looked at a navy suit. He grabbed the suit jacket and slid it on. He turned toward John, arms lifted on each side.
"What do you think, John?"
John took a step forward and ran his hand down the front of the jacket, wanting to feel the fabric.
"Well, I'd say that it is a very nice jacket." He glanced at the price tag. "However...I think it may be a tad out of our price range."
Sherlock glanced at the price tag and shrugged. "I could always charge it to Mycroft."
"Sherlock, we shouldn't do that."
"Why not? He has plenty of money and it's not like he's doing anything with it." He shrugged the coat off and tossed it over his arm.
"Because it's not very nice to take advantage of people, even if you don't like them. Mycroft worked hard for that money...we shouldn't take it from him."
"Please?"
"No."
He pouted.
"How about we get something for you then, John?"
John shook his head and put the jacket away.
"No, I don't need anything." He said after he put the jacket away. He grabbed Sherlock's elbow and led him out of the store.
Sherlock turned to look at the store. He tried to break out of John's grasp, but John was strong. Stronger than Sherlock had thought that he was. John led him to Pret a Manger. He forced him down at a table.
"Stay here, okay? I'm going to go get food."
"I'm not a child, John."
"Then don't move. I'll be right back."
He turned and quickly ordered some food for Sherlock and him. He took a tray and placed the food back on the table. Sherlock was exactly where John had left him.
"Thank you for staying, Sherlock."
"Where would I go?" He said, frowning.
He shook his head and handed Sherlock a bowl of oatmeal. Sherlock smiled.
"Thank you, John." He said, taking a bite.
Even though he hated eating, oatmeal was one of his favorite foods. It seemed to make him happier every time he ate it.
"You're welcome, Sher." He said quietly.
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