Sherlock BBC Texts And Chatroom!

Who Would You Date?

Y/N: Just a warning; John is still really mad about the tea incident.

Lestrade: That wasn't even our fault!

Y/N: He's still pissed, though.

John: Y/N, if you date any of them, I will kill them.

Y/N: See?

Sherlock: I wonder which one of us she would date...

*PAUSE*

Mycroft: It would be me.

Lestrade: Are you kidding? It would be me.

Sherlock: You two are both idiots, it would definitely be me.

Y/N: Do I have a say in this...?

Lestrade: Why would she date you, Sherlock? Everyone you meet wants to punch you in the face.

Y/N: Apparently not...

Sherlock: That's their problem, not mine.

Mycroft: She would date me. I'm the British government.

Sherlock: Yeah, and you're obsessed with umbrellas. I'm pretty sure you're dating one.

Mycroft: Well, how do we know that you're not dating John? (I'M TOTALLY AGAINST JOHNLOCK) 

Sherlock: What

John: Do not bring me into this!

John: And I'm married! BLOODY HELL!

Lestrade: It could be a cover up to try to hide your true feelings...

Mary: LOL

John: OH SOD OFF! Screw all of you!

{John has left the chatroom.}

Mary: Awww, sweetie! I was just kidding!

{Mary has left the chatroom.}

Sherlock: Why would she date you two anyway? You're both old!

Mycroft: Excuse me?

Lestrade: I'm not old!

Sherlock: You have gray hair.

Lestrade: ...It's not gray... it's silver... gosh...

Mycroft: Why on earth would she date you, Sherlock?

Sherlock: MY HAIR IS AMAZING!

Mycroft: YOUR HAIR LOOKS LIKE A DIRTY MOP!

Sherlock: AT LEAST I HAVE HAIR!

Mycroft: .......

Lestrade: Oh burn.....

Moriarty: Sh*t just went down

Mycroft: I will kill you

Sherlock: Psh, I'm not afraid of you.

Y/N: Instead of arguing, just ask me instead! Are you really that stupid?!

Sherlock: Y/N?!

Lestrade: We kind of forgot you were here...

Y/N: Yeah. Well, for the record, I wouldn't date any of you.

Sherlock: .....

Lestrade: ......

Mycroft: .....

Y/N: Yet.......

Y/N: THE NEWEST EPISODE OF DOCTOR WHO IS ON! Gotta go!

{Y/N has left the chatroom.}

{Lestrade has left the chatroom.}

{Moriarty has left the chatroom.}

Sherlock: My hair doesn't look like a dirty mop...

Mycroft: LOL! Yeah, it does.

Sherlock: At least I'm not an old man.

{Sherlock has left the chatroom.}

Mycroft: ...am not...