BalletLock

Chapter 1

      
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        Sherlock awoke that October morning, lazilly draped over the small sofa, to the familiar sound of footseps trudging up the stairs. He recognised them at once as John's, and if they had been anyone elses, he wouldn't have bothered waking up. As heard the sound of John's quiet chuckle, he bolted up and opened the door with a haughty "Whats so funny?" before John even had the chance to knock.

       In the time it took for John to open his mouth, Sherlock saw that he was holding a stack of Sherlock's unopened mail in his left hand and a flier for adult beginning ballet classes on the other, his wrist cockes in a way that suggested that he had been reading it a moment earlier. Sherlock also made mental notes of John's appearance, deciding to bring up the fact that John had a tiny smudge of lipstick on the side of his earlobe some other time.

       Not giving John the chance to form the first syllabe of a word, Sherlock snatched the pamphlet out of his weak grasp and began to quickly look it over.

       "The thought of you as ballerino or whatever male ballerinas are called just cracks me up" John was able to cut in.

       "On the contrairy John, I am tall, athletic, and my feet possess high arches that are so valuable in the dance realm. Also ballerino is not a word. Refrain from using it if you dont want to appear terribly daft."

       After Sherlock dressed himself in his crime solving attire, he and John headed out of 221B leaving the ballet pamphlet seemingly forgotten on the kitchen countertop.