Thank you!
We have no plans yet, though I’m sure he’ll want somewhere warm. Mrs. H will weigh in her opinion, too.
You can’t forget about your brother.
Do you realize how hard I do try to forget about him?
I can only imagine.
If the comment is directed towards me, I usually ignore it. I know when he’s in those moods that he just needs to let off some steam and he’ll be fine, you know. And if it’s really insinuating, I’ll call him out on it and he backs off a bit.
But if he’s doing it to others like Mrs. Hudson, I’ll shout at him. I can usually handle what he has to me then, but if he’s doing it to someone else I don’t know how they’ll react.
He’s almost like a dog with that, the outlandish deductions and lack of empathy. You’re fine with the dog barking at you in the privacy of your own home, but once it starts barking at someone outside while you’re on a walk, it needs obedience lessons.
Too bad they don’t have those for him.
(Hope that answered your question right.)
Yes, generally. But it so often that unless it’s severe, it’s normal. Like brushing your teeth in the morning.
When it’s severe, John goes on walks around Regent’s Park or he sleeps upstairs rather then down here.
For Sherlock, he tends to slam doors and sulk. He also, generally, will remain completely silent for awhile or go down to Bart’s to take his mind off things.
Why do I get more?
Because you do more. You’re never the same.
But you are.
Precisely.
Tea. Lots of it.
He reads the paper. I tend to play the violin.
Bloody awful if you’re panicky.
Really enjoy your comment. Thank you.
Sorry.
Your sideways glance and thumb twitch says you’re not.
Yes.
You do?
Mhmm. Evaluating plant growth from human organs.
And yet I thought you were being kind…
I’m considering lungs.
Thank you. We (well, I) had a case. We went to Angelo’s after.
Mycroft stopped by the flat with cake too.
Pity.
But it was good cake.
He shouldn’t have come. He’s boring.
He’s your brother.
Exactly- boring.
My family has the same ability I have, just not to my extreme. Once Mycroft and Lestrade left, she confronted us about it. Quite happy, I’d say.
She was very pleased.
Can I have my blowtorch back now?
No. Not yet, though your behavior has improved.
For f***’s sake, John.
Nevermind.
Dead bodies.
I don’t know if Santa can manage that one, Sherlock.
An intricate case is well needed.
I’d like Sherlock to clean the flat. That’d be nice. And no fighting tomorrow when everyone is over.
And a million quid at this rate?
That’d be nice. Yes.
Looks as if we both won’t be getting what we want this year.
I’m not going to murder someone just for your pleasure and Christmas gift!
You could just hire someone…
No. No. No. Go play the violin- that’s all I want.
Fine.
I’m there now and he’s not, but thank you.
All sightings/suggestions are welcomed.
I know as much as the fact he needed to go undercover. He required camouflage, so he didn’t wear his coat or scarf. They’re right behind me, on their hooks. I’m fairly sure he took a jumper of mine that’s too big instead. My gun is missing also. He took that too. But he didn’t say much before I left for work… he was just musing himself with some samples he got from the case the day earlier. I could look there, I guess.
Sherlock did leave me a note on the counter for my return, but all it says is “Don’t worry”. But I am worried. Actually, I’m going to go see if Mrs. Hudson will feed the cat later right now if I decide to go out and find him. I just hope the bloody bastard didn’t go and get himself killed. Again.