[It really is almost comical at this point, how unlike themselves they're acting, how normal they're pretending to be, but it's a bit difficult to end the game when neither side will concede.]
[As for eating in John's bed, John would kill him. John would murder him.]
[But he doesn't want to get ice cream on his sheets, either...]
[But John would murder him.]
[But those are 1020 thread-count Egyptian cotton sheets in Sherlock's bed, and he never eats in bed specifically because he doesn't want to mess his bed up. Those are absolutely pristine 1020-count Egyptian cotton sheets...]
[No no. John would murder him--and after all the cases Sherlock's taken him along on, by now he's possibly learned enough to hide the body and avoid getting caught.]
My bed will do.
[And off he stalks back to his room with his ice cream, dressing gown flaring dramatically again, and he hops back into bed on his side, leaning back against his pillows with his legs sprawled out and crossed, to eat his ice cream.]
[He still has no idea about the lipstick smudge. Or the mussy hair.]
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[As for eating in John's bed, John would kill him. John would murder him.]
[But he doesn't want to get ice cream on his sheets, either...]
[But John would murder him.]
[But those are 1020 thread-count Egyptian cotton sheets in Sherlock's bed, and he never eats in bed specifically because he doesn't want to mess his bed up. Those are absolutely pristine 1020-count Egyptian cotton sheets...]
[No no. John would murder him--and after all the cases Sherlock's taken him along on, by now he's possibly learned enough to hide the body and avoid getting caught.]
My bed will do.
[And off he stalks back to his room with his ice cream, dressing gown flaring dramatically again, and he hops back into bed on his side, leaning back against his pillows with his legs sprawled out and crossed, to eat his ice cream.]
[He still has no idea about the lipstick smudge. Or the mussy hair.]