#my laptop almost died making this 💀

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Marjorie Lajoie & Zachary Lagha, Nureyev On Ice Perspectives at Vieux-Port de Montréal

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well now I kinda just wanna post comparison pictures of faith and max from every year to show off how much they've changed in my style since that first drawing in 2021 😭

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@fluffbruary Day 1: Downy/Clinic/Nuance

Basically my iPad died and I can’t find the charger so I’m making fanfiction rather than fan art, oh also I never do things on time (it’s day 4💀)

Sherlock barged into John’s clinic almost seconds after he’d made the receptionist know he was ready for his next patient. He certainly was not expecting Sherlock to walk in but ultimately wasn’t surprised. Sherlock tended to be like a puppy at times, following John around, always trying to be close to him and always growing bored whenever he was left alone.

John busied himself with the last patients files, clearing his desk and checking his laptop. Sherlock took off his coat and scarf then sat on the medical bench like an impatient child, waiting for John to acknowledge him.

“Yes?” Said John finally looking up at Sherlock

Sherlock was wearing his black jeans and dark purple button up. The buttons of his shirt weren’t fully done up, enough to be decent but not enough for John whose mind and going in circles around the fact that he can almost see his chest.

“I’m dying John” he whined as John rolled his eyes

“Of what exactly?” John didn’t even need to ask, he already knew the answer

“Boredom” he sighed

“Sherlock I have other patients I need to tend too”

“Mrs Hudson is out, and I’m bored”

John stood and made his way over to Sherlock standing very close, resting his hands on Sherlock’s thighs

“What do you need then?”

“I-I-I” Sherlock stumbled over what to say next

John chuckled at the consulting detective’s loss of words and took his opportunity

Leaning up and kissing him on the lips, Sherlock leaned in holding John’s head in his hands. They broke apart and John walked back to his desk

“If you wait patiently at home, maybe I can leave early and let you have more kisses”

Evidently Sherlock didn’t need anymore convincing, he merely grabbed his scarf and coat, pecked John on the cheek and left quickly for 221B Baker Street.

John smiled in disbelief that he could be anymore in love with his boyfriend.