Sadie: John stared down at the clump of mottled, partly-dried clay that was now matted down with carpet fibers, his hands on his hips. He didn’t yell, his face didn’t turn colours…and that terrified the little detective. At least he knew how to react accordingly when John yelled–cry and look pitiful, and the sentence would be reduced to a mere time-out.
But the quiet…that’s what you had to watch out for.
“…That had better be gone by the time I get back home,” was all the doctor said, and then left for work.
After looking up tips online and trying everything from ice, rubbing alcohol, peanut butter, and scissors, Sherlock finally had to resort to taking a box cutter and replacing that sole patch of carpet all together.
When John arrived home, Sherlock was sitting in his chair calmly, as if he hadn’t nearly worried himself to death all afternoon. His eyes were closed, but he could hear the other man walk over and stop, and could imagine him staring down at the carpet, hands on his hips.
“…You never said it still had to match the rest, John.”
(Edit: Okay, so that’s more than 5, but I got caught up :P)
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