Sherlock's POV
SCREECH! That's all I heard as John held my violin up to his chin. The bow was fraying in his hand. I sighed as he continued to "play" my precious violin.
"John you are playing it wrong."
"I am aware Sherlock. It's hard to know how to play when you're just learning the instrument."
"Well John with all that useless information in your head. I figure you knew how to play a violin without much difficulty."
"It looks like you were surprisingly wrong Sherlock," John spat.
"Whatever John then give me back my violin." Sherlock reached for the violin, but John moved it out of his reach. Sherlock ran forward and seized his property as John pulled it back. The violin snapped and Sherlock stepped back with his mouth agape.
"Sherlock….I'm sorry. I didn't me-" He was interrupted by Sherlock grabbing the two halves of his prized possession. Sherlock turned and walked out the door, his trench coat sweeping behind him. John sighed and went to the kitchen to put the kettle.
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