One on Ones discussion

I added the * Sherlock * so I can tell which one this is. XD

We should totally label the other two. XD

((Eh.. too late now. XD Do you want to start?))

((Okay~))

Sherlock was curled up on his longer couch. He had the blanket pulled over his head and he wasn't making any noises.

John walked into 221, holding several bags of groceries on each arm, and muttering to himself about how he's the only one who ever goes out to get groceries.

Sherlock shifted and his head rose, but it was still under the blanket,"John?" He called.

"Yes, Sherlock?"

Sherlock laid back down," just wondering if it was you." He called and curled up into a ball again. There was a new smilie face over the fire place next to his skull.

John saw it and let out an exasperated sigh.
"Sherlock! Wha...What's the meaning of this?"

Sherlock didn't even say anything, he just moved his blanket slightly. He was still completely covered, though.

John let out another sigh and walked into the kitchen, starting to put things away. He opened the fridge and saw thumbs in a baggie.
"I...I'm not even shocked anymore," he said as he put the last of the groceries away.

Sherlock groaned and stood slowly, uncovering his face. He had a smile on his cheek and a slightly black eye. He walked into the kitchen with the blanket around him still," any cases come up yet?" He asked and sat down on the stool next to the island.

John jumped about a mile.
"What!? What's wrong with your face?"

Sherlock gently touched his face with his finger tips," is there something wrong with my face?" He asked softly.

"Yeah. You have a bloody black eye, excuse me for my language, and a smiley face on your cheek."

Sherlock put his hands down,"oh. I thought it was something new." He said and started to tap the table with his bony fingers,"but you never answered my question: are there any cases?" He asked.

John closed his mouth and shook his head.

Sherlock groaned,"please don't tell me we have to go searching again." He said and started to stand.

"We'll have to search."

Sherlock rubbed his face,"great."

John sighed.
"You better wash up before we go."

Sherlock just stared at John blankly. He then nodded and started to walk off.

John shook his head and sat down. He pulled out his laptop and blogged a little while waiting.

Sherlock came back with wet hair and was wearing a dark dress shirt and black pants.

John shut his laptop and stood.

Sherlock sat on the couch and pulled his legs to his chest.

"Okay, are you ready?"

Sherlock looked up,"did I say we? I meant you." He said and started to lay down.

"Wh...what? No, I set up an email for you so you can check it on your own."

Sherlock turned so his back faced John,"I didn't want an email because I don't want all of those people from your blog sending me fan mail or ridiculous cases."

John sighed and sat down, opening his laptop again.
"Fine, I'll check it for you."

Sherlock and look at John and blinked slowly.

"A woman says that her prized necklace is missing."

Sherlock made a sound of disapproval.

"Okay," he said as he deleted it.
"A man thinks his wife is cheating on him with his boss."

Sherlock sighed," no." He said and shifted.

"Okay," he deleted it.

Sherlock closed his eyes and started to relax.

John's phone vibrated. He opened it and looked at Sherlock.
"It's your brother. He says he wants to speak to us."

Sherlock didn't respond, a small snore coming from him.

John shook him.

Sherlock curled up and gently hugged John's arm in his sleep.

"Sh..Sherlock!"

Sherlock nuzzled his arm gently.

He sighed and gave up.

Sherlock's eyes started to flutter open,"did I fall asleep?" He asked, then flinched and let go of John. He then stood slowly.

"Yes, you did. Your brother texted me. He said that he needed to talk to us."

Sherlock stretched,"great." He muttered. He got his coat,"did he say where he was?" He asked.

"The usual."

Sherlock nodded and tucked his scarf in. He then started out the door.