(( I know not many people like interacting with this particular roleplay blog… But would any one perhaps consider interacting with a irl Teen!Moran blog…?
“I’m sure her ‘herbal soothers’ will keep her asleep for a few more hours.”
John looked around quickly, trying to grasp at anything that could help him. Nothing jumped out to spirit him away from going with this… Mad man? Possible drug…
“I… think so? I’m not sure… I was pretty hung out…” John muttered, starting the hunt for his shoes.
“I’m sure her ‘herbal soothers’ will keep her asleep for a few more hours.”
John looked around quickly, trying to grasp at anything that could help him. Nothing jumped out to spirit him away from going with this… Mad man? Possible drug addict? “I… fine…”
“It’s very real John, I don’t just make things up for no reason.” He sipped on his water, attempting to pace himself.
John looks suspiciously at Sherlock. “I see…” his unsurety was written quite clearly across his face.
“If you’re still doubtful, we can go look at the flat. It’s quite lovely. Owned by a….well an acquaintance. A kind old woman who owes me a favor.” He finally finished the bottle and tossed it toward the bin.
“This early in the morning?!” John sputtered. “Your friend won’t be happy at all to see us, I’d imagine!” Subconsciously, even through his surprise, he was watching Sherlock’s drinking. His inner doctor was watching to make sure the drug in the man’s system hadn’t… messed anything up.
(( I think I have a bug bite in my ear canal…
“It’s very real John, I don’t just make things up for no reason.” He sipped on his water, attempting to pace himself.
John looks suspiciously at Sherlock. “I see…” his unsurety was written quite clearly across his face.
Sherlock managed to at least catch the bottle eith ease, abandoning his shirt in the process. “So I’ve been told.” He replied before taking a swig.
John glances out the window, judging the time. They had slept through the night and by the look of it, it was just starting to get light outside. This wasn’t too uncommon for the him. He could rarely sleep more than a few hours a night.
“So was the flat share offer a real thing, or were you just delusional on that drug you took?”
“Water would be greatly appreciated.” Sherlock mumbled, shifting himself up off the rumpled bed. His shirt buttons had surrendered at some point the night before, and his shirt hung haphazardly off his shoulders. The detective struggled with it as he followed up behind his soon to be flat mate.
John fetches a water bottle and tosses it to the tall man. “You’re a nutter, you know that?” He says, trying to shake his hair into decency. He should have a t least towel dried it last night after being in the rain…
John leaned over and rubbed between his eyes.
“Nothing… Sorry
…”
“That’s not an answer.” The detective stated, head falling back to the sheets. A few unruly curls decided to stand straight up, adding to the pathetic aura surrounding him and his hang over.
He stood up and looked over at Sherlock. “Perfectly good answer… Do you need anything?”
