heartofprose
Stop.
Just stop it.
Stop playing with me like this.
I don't want to play your stupid game anymore.
It hurts.
Dammit, it hurts.
Please...just stop...
Please stop...
"Sherlock, for about the fiftieth time - stop leaving the bloody cap off the toothpaste!"
Sherlock glanced up from his phone, finger hovering mid-text over the screen, and raised an eyebrow at his flatmate.
"But John, it just makes things so much easier. Do you have any idea how hard it is to remove a cap when I've got my contacts out? Nearly impossible! So I thought I'd just leave it off all together - saves time that way."
He replied, clearly annoyed with the whole idea of toothpaste-caps in general, and shook his head in a way that said,
'Really now, John. You should understand this by now.'
With an indignant huff John turned back to searching the bathroom counter for the missing cap, silently cursing Sherlock's complete disregard for sanitary living.
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After nearly an hour of rummaging about the entire bathroom and finding nothing even remotely resembling a toothpaste cap, John walked back into the living room and planted himself in front of Sherlock's armchair with a scowl.
"Sherlock, where on earth did you put the bloody thing!? I have searched that room from top to bottom, and I still can't find it."
Sherlock looked up again, his expression one of innocent surprise, and John groaned as it finally hit him.
"Oh, no...Sherlock, you didn't throw it away did you?"
Sherlock put down his phone, and smiled.
It's a hassle, John thinks, as he shoves a jar of only God-knows-what to the back of the fridge, and pulls out a tub of smooth, silky, spread-on-toast goodness. Honestly, you'd think by now he'd be used to opening the fridge and finding body parts by the butter.
A heart-rending,
Gut-wrenching puzzle,
This dilemma pulls at my mind
I worry, fret,
Why darling,
Why must you pull away?
Reach deep inside your mind...
And find once more what has been lost
I type quickly away,
Fingers, lithe and nimble, dance across keys of black and white
A cup of tea sits steaming by my elbow
I sip and smile, contemplating
My word is complete