"Oh hello Mrs. Hudson" Molly said, most likely with an apologizing smile, because we are behaving like idiots.
I would apologize too, I mean Sherlock mr know-it-all and me an... Welp, just me an utterly idiot are behaving like six year olds.
Aaand I am still sitting on the floor.
That's weird.
I guess... Maybe I should get up.
"Oh honey, don't you wanna stamd up from the floor?" I hear the woman, mrs Hudson, ask.
" Thank you for the worry Ma'm, I beelive you are right" I say in return trying to muster the sweetest smile for her.
Nevertheless, it seems as if Molly and I truly share the same humor, since I hear her giggle slightly.
You never seem to stop to amaze me. With that my smile got wider and I also started giggling.
"Very childish" I hear Sherlock sighn.
Time to get up John!
Wait how did I end up on the floor again? Iwas sitting just fine a few minutes ago!?
You should stay on the ground, thats where you belong!
And it's back yay.
How the fuck should I get up? After a few seconds of thoughts (yes you need to think it through when you are blind. What if you break something?
After that, I carefully place my hands infront of my legs (a/n he's sitting on his legs) and get on my legs....
And cried out.
I feel the eyes of everyone in the room on me.
"My les had fallen asleep!" I cry out. It stiings.
You deserve it.
Why am I such an idiot.
"Shouldn't have sit on them so long"
And the awkward silence arrives. Just in the moment where I think, that I can't handle it anymire I hear my one and only savior say: "Aww, that sucks! I have it almost everyday when I wake up"
You're the best Molly!
"You too?!" I asked, now more exited that I found a new comerade, since you left the others, traitor. "
" Yeah!"
Mrs Hudson quietly laughed at our behavior.
" You will get used to it" she says "... is what I should say now, but you don't. It's the worst thing eVeR."
Alright, I don't know this Lady, but I already love her and of anything happens to her, I will kill everyone in this room and the myself!
"Mrs Hudson would you be so nice and make us some tea? Since Molly seemed to have messed up again"
"I'm not your housekeeper, honey. I'm your Landlord."
"Some sugar would be nice too", Sherlock shouts after her.
"NOt yOu'rE HouSekEepEr!"
I smile, this house should be nice, the housekeeper is friendly, Molly understands my jokes... The only problem, is the furniture. It's way too packed, I will run into everything.
Guess there's no way out, huh?A/n Happy new year everyone :3
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