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[johnwwwatson]

THAT’S AN ORDER, CORPORAL

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-taps computer monitor-

[Is this thing working? Oh, it does! Hi, guys!

I died. Don’t ask me why, don’t ask me how, but I died. I’m so sorry if I left anyone hanging on our RPs or messages, totally not my intention.

However, I am back! If there is anything to come back to anyway. I’ll be on pretty frequently now that I work from home, so like this post or shoot me a message if you’re still alive!

I plan to make a separate post to follow other blogs. Eventually. Soon.]

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[It’s slow and I have a big day tomorrow. Goodnight, guys!]

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HEY FUCK FACE. // for mun or muse? both. both is good.

If I’m your tumblr crush send me a “hey fuck face”

Mun:

No, youuuuuuu!

John:

“Damn right.”

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“Some days I wish I was. What can I help you with? Your brother isn’t here.”

     “Doubtful. You’re not as trigger happy as you believe yourself to be.”

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And now here it was. John was paying for his inaction, for not reacting to his gut sooner and, almost immediately, he went to his desk and searched a few files sitting there. He soon came out with the address and he wrote it on a Post -It note before he handed it to the other. “Here you are. We should get going.” John said, then looked at her squarely. “:I am coming. No objections, I hope?”

Erica’s eyes widened when he said yes. Confirmed her fears. “Dr. Watson I need to know his brother’s address. If he’s taken over his life, he might have killed his twin.  We need to find him.”

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“You know as well as I do that that’s not how this works.” John scolded lightly, giving him a look before he turned to the desk to continue his paperwork. “If you were so bored, why not go to the Yard, ask for a case? Or bother Mycroft, that’s fun isn’t it?”

Sherlock gladly takes the chair, sliding into it with a long breath. “Too boring. There’s nothing to do in the flat, so I’ve decided to come join you in seeing patients.”

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John did find it a bit odd that Victor would just show up without really any notice. But then again, he supposed that’s how things used to work between Sherlock and VIctor. Wouldn’t be a shock. “Yeah, uh, Sorry, he’s not here.” John said, waving a hand. “He’s on a case and he gets....wrapped up in it pretty easily.”

     “Ah, yeah.” His lips pressed together, unsure of how to go about it. He didn’t exactly think it through before just showing up. “We haven’t talked in a long time. A few years after uni. I’m back in London now. Just sort of wanted to…see him.” Without actually seeing him, apparently. 

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[Oi. It’s only been a few days and I already missed you guys terribly. Things have been tough mentally, but I think I have enough energy to do some replies and a few starters.]

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(I apologize for my absence lately, guys. Things have been for me mentally lately. I'll be on tonight after I finish laundry. I'll post a longer explanation for those who want to read it.)

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[Time for bed. Goodnight!]

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“If everything were just black and white, the world would be ‘too boring’, to quote your brother. Easier, yes, but too boring. Humans can’t really see one side of a situation either. Depends on the person. Someone sees one way, the other sees another way.”

“Do you think we’re all capable of murder when it comes down to it?” -theholmesalone

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“I’d be lying if I said I didn’t think so. Depends on the circumstance, to be honest. Why do you ask?”

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“For a little while, we can keep him to see how things work out. But I didn’t think that Sherlock liked dogs. He’s rejected the idea of me having a dog in the flat in the first place. I thought he hated them.”

“I think that means he likes it. Gladstone it is then. Such a fitting name for such a handsome dog. And this means we can keep him, right? Do you think Sherlock would enjoy some time with him?”

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At the mention of the shoulder, John let out a sigh of relief. That he had seen and had commented on it, since it wasn’t fresh and certainly wasn’t there when he checked him out the first time. “He did have one, yeah.” John said. “I needed to-to do a physical on him for his wrist. Just in case it had spread or something.” John sighed. “Bloody hell, I knew something was wrong.”

“Um…” She couldn’t remember off the top of her head. Erica paused, then  nodded. “He has a scar on his right shoulder. I don’t suppose you saw  that, did you?”

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This was a game. That’s what this was, what this had to be. Jim -a man who was supposed to be dead, mind you- was playing games with him. Just like Moriarty. “You must have the term ‘Friend’ confused with ‘Enemy’. I’ll ask you again, Moriarty: What. are you. doing in my flat?” He was certainly not in the mood for games.

To the question that had cascaded out from beyond  the other’s mouth, he  slumped his shoulders forth as he exhaled. Oh how  PREDICTABLE the other was, so bland, so dull IN nature. But he was no done playing yet, oh no. “What, I can’t pay A VISIT to an old friend without reason?”

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She was so excited about this and god, John loved to see her happy. But at the time, he was nervous himself. She was right, this was a big step they were taking. They were going to be moving in together, sharing the same space and seeing each other every single day.

Granted, most of the realizations weren’t issues. He didn’t mind seeing her a lot and it wasn’t as if she had any bad habits that would ultimately be an issue in the long run. It was just a big step. They’d be moved in and serious and here Joan was, planning out their flat while he couldn’t even plan out a steady schedule for studying. It was too much.

In response to her excitement, John pushed away the nervousness and gave her a grin before he kissed her in return. “It is a big step. A...very big one.” He said and sighed before smiling at her. “But I think we’re ready for it, personally.”

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