Chapter 2: Texts continued
Continuation of the text messages….new scenario. It involves a dog. The dog's name is Toby. And unfortunate incident involving Anderson. This is a collaboration between myself (Blue TARDIS Everdeen) and My friend (TARDIS Blue Carbuncle). She came up with the idea of Sherlock and John adopting a bullpup. Enjoy!
Sherlock, did you use the milk for an experiment again? You better have gotten more! –John
Yes. Testing the effectiveness of curdled milk on reviving unconscious people. Or dogs. –SH
I swear…if I come home and Toby is ill…..-John
No, Toby is fine. Anderson, on the other hand….-SH
Not again. What is it with you and your fascination with tearing things to shreds? –John
I did not dismember Anderson. That excuse of a man made fun of my skull. –SH
He should know better. Then again, he's Anderson. –John
Yes. By the way, rotten milk is not working. Do you have smelling salts?-SH
Why would I have smelling salts? Ask Mrs. Hudson for some of her perfume ;) –John
Um….no reason. –SH
As I said earlier…ask Mrs. Hudson. And actually GET UP this time and get her….don't just yell. –John
Standing's boring. –SH
…It is taking me all my strength NOT to yell at you…-John
Bah. Save your breath. Boring to listen. –SH
Right then. I'm going to Amy's. Don't expect me back. Ok Sherlock?-John
Am not home. Running for my life. Anderson woke up. –SH
Oh bloody Hell.-John