After identifying Irene’s body, Sherlock takes a moment for himself.
could you please do mycroft handing sherlock the bottle of bubbles like he handed him the cigarette. Merry Christmas little brother! have some happy happy bubbles! :P
Oh, why not.
“Just the one.” Mycroft says, holding up the bottle of bubble soap.
“Why?” Sherlock asks, suspiciously.
Mycroft: Tonight’s a danger night.
John: Are you sure?
Mycroft: I’m never sure.
John: We checked the flat, he’s clean. No dish soap, detergent, not even shampoo.
Mycroft: You need to stay with him.
John: But I’ve got plans.
Later that night:
so I had to make a lamp for pottery and sculpture II so I worked on my project all day today and every time people looked at me weird bc they were expecting like a bedazzled lampshades or some shit and I’m not about that so I got finished and went over to my teacher holding this huge motherfucker
and everyone was just staring at me like “what the fuck is this thing??? what???” and then I plugged it in
people fucking lost it
ALL HAIL THE GLOW CLOUD
Congratulations, you’ve just had sex with a fairy.