SUMMARY: bro, ion know why u guys still vote on this really.. the grammar on this + the punctuation = L
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John was getting ready, Sherlock on the way to.
"Anything yet?" John asks, putting his coat on.
Sherlock sighs, "no." he replies dryly, putting his legs up on the couch as his blue robe brushes against his pale skin.
John looks to Sherlock, then shrugs. "you'll find out, Sherlock." he lies, giving Sherlock a light pat on the shoulder then closes the living room door, walking down the stairs.
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this went on for months, though this only added onto the fun for Sherlock. The only evidence was a single picture of Sherlock and signature. the signature looked very neat, although the paper, on the other hand, was very crumbled. It looked as if it went through a rain forest, or as if it had just been in someones pocket for 3 or 4 years.
A corner of the paper was torn up a bit, maybe from fire?
it had some sort of tear that was soaked up on it, to the front of it where the signature was, the initials "S.H" having slightly distorted as the tears had dried up on that place.
Sherlock would always rant to John about everything and on how this new killer is quite good at what theyre doing.
John always felt so sad, knowing, but he couldn't resist comforting sherlock, telling him he'd get this new killer.
John looked at Sherlock's eyes.
It was full of feelings, those teal-blue eyes, reminding him of the world, Sherlock was his world.
He loved the world, just like he loved sherlock. Maybe he wouldn't admit it out loud so nobody would catch on, but he really, really did love the detective.
John got put of his imagination and went back to the real world.
There, he saw sherlock looking sad again, so he decided to comfort him.
"I've tried everything, nothing has worked. Whoever this killer is, they are really good at this."
His dear blushed by this bit, shaking it off and comforting Sherlock.
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At night, sherlock ended up with a weird encounter.
There was somebody in his room, not john, well- he couldnt see the person, lets just say that.
The person was.. stealing sherlock's stuff..?
"John?"
The small, black figure turned to sherlock.
The figure quickly ran out, realizing what had just happened.
Sherlock ran out to follow it, but only saw john in the living room.
"Did you see anything coming out from my room, John?"
"No, i was making tea."
John had some sweat come down from his head, so sherlock shot at him with a 'what are you doing' face.
"Youre clearly nervous, john. Did you see the black figure?"
John shook his head again.
Sherlock looked at him squinting his eyes, only to go make tea too.
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