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[confidente]

[ There is relatively loud exclamation of surprise in the background when the journal opens (or is knocked open, you never really know with it) followed by some more sounds, distress mostly and growing anger--what you would generally expect from a person who found something they were certainly not expecting. ]

Sherlock! [ It's faint at first, but the anger is unmistakeable when a door is slammed shut hurriedly. ]

Sherlock!

[ John marches into the kitchen, wrapped in his bathrobe, barely wet hair clinging to his forehead as it furrows in frustration. This is the last straw. He's had it. Little things have been nagging at him for weeks, little stupid things that didn't deserve more than a stern discussion (another chemical stain in the kitchen table, lungs where the leftovers used to be, waking up at two am to hammering--stupid things that are simply apart of living with Sherlock Holmes). ]

There are bees in the bathroom! The bloody--Why are there bees in the bathroom, Sherlock?


(ooc; open journal wise. they may both reply, if they feel so inclined. I WELCOME ALL THE THREAD JACKING.)

Comments

[gevurah]

Might want to look into a new roommate.

[confidente]

What? [ That thought hasn't entered his mind, until now. Moving out. Leaving? Hahaha he couldn't could he--No, he could if he wanted to, but would he? That's the question. ]

[gevurah]

A bathroom full of bees doesn't sound like much fun.

[confidente]

It's not. I don't think they appreciate the shower.

[gevurah]

Don't think those on the same floor as you would either. [ Y'know, if they get out... ]

[confidente]

[ That does earn a short laugh, he can imagine the uproar that would cause. ] Probably not.

[gevurah]

[ SORRY JOHN, SHE SHUT THE JOURNAL. You can thank your bro, Sherlock. 8'( ]

[confidente]

[ WELP. He's sorry, for the most part. ]