I haven’t fenced since my schooling… and even then I only dabbled a bit. Honestly, I think I just took myself upon it so I could jab Mycroft it odd places with semi-pointy things. It was very entertaining to practice at home.
One handed.
Yes, yes we do. And Sherlock is hogging it. All. I’ll see what I can do about the colors, but, what exactly are you trying to suggest? Bedroom ways? You know the man. I highly doubt it will be happening. Thanks for the help (if you scratch the last line out).
I bought more than to fill the fridge once. So, I’d say, yes. Just not now. It’s too cold.
Moving would spread your body heat around.
Bored.
You sod.
But I am.. It’s the truth.
It depends. On weeks with cases I’ll take less - it’s tedious (though sometimes I do think better in them). Every day usually. However, on non-case weeks/days, I’m more likely to shower more.. every few days or so. It relies on my mood. Or how John forces me to.
Today I simply don’t want to. It’s not necessary.
Accidentally. Sherlock placed it near my glass. I wasn’t focusing.
What were you doing? I never noticed.
Blogging. At the table. Next to you. And then I was poisoned.
Not my problem.
I’m going for a walk.
Grab some bread while you’re out.
No.
They make do in pastas and such.
Pointless.
Sherlock, they’re food. They can’t be pointless.
Giving my opinion would be pointless. What is it like in your head, John? Really. I would like to know. Must be boring.
I’ll answer if you tell me why you get cranky without cases even if you just finished one an hour ago.
Well, a spark in my brain triggers…
Rhetorical. It was rhetorical.
It doesn’t really bother me. I wear it at times and leave it off for others. Why is this thought troubling you? Oh… yes… obvious.
Where did you go?
Inside the warehouse with Dimmock.
I’ll be in soon.
Fine.
Weapon: Violin bow. Text: John. Survival: Unlikely, though I would have John.
The object to my right is a vial. I last texted Molly (Sherlock left his riding crop in the morgue again.). We would probably die instantly. Great.
He caused an explosion in the kitchen earlier and I took it to prevent him doing it again. I was planning on giving it back before evening, however I highly doubt it will happen. He temporarily paralyzed the cat. Bloody hell.
But the cat does similar things like that… she generally looms around his laptop so he can’t get on it.
No. Our parents didn’t find it necessary to portray a fat man for our joy. They knew that’s how one of their sons would turn out.
Harry told, well, ruined it for me. I was eight. She was talking in her room with some friends and left the door open. I walked past.
What a pity.
It was.