Epic sofa strop is epic.
And his obvious desire to have John sit right there and experience the strop with him. ”Where are you going..?” Aren’t you going to watch and scold me some more?
"Maybe pet my silky robe a little?"
I’ve read too much fic. The obvious resolution is for John to go and pat his head and rub his belly like a wayward dog. I’m just like.. “John… just go sit on top of him and he’ll calm down. jesus.”
‘He looked over to Sherlock and grinned: a leaf had fallen on top of his head and had gotten tangled up in his thick, dark curls. Sherlock either hadn’t noticed or was simply too angry to remove it (John suspected the latter).’
Collab between Marije and me based on this little story she wrote!!!!I’m still cry! Everyone!!! Look at Marije’s art pls! She made my linework look so pretty and I think I wanted to write a million other things here, but I CAN’T deal anymore! <3 <3 <3