Johnlock, #15

"I was planning to do that anyway" Sherlock noticed, glancing towards him.

"What, now you're being nice?" John asked with a nudge.

"Nice? What makes you think I am being nice?" Sherlock asked.

"You said- never mind. You're socially disabled", John shook his head in disbelief.

"That is very different from you saying I was nice. And an arsehole, both very different things" Sherlock noticed.

"Just shush, even though you seem like a very intelligent individual, you can be stupid at times", John said.

"Even though you are very full of compliments, you are full of insults" Sherlock said.

"I have no response", John just shook his head and carried on walking.

Sherlock smiled lightly, "Of course" He said.

"Don't think you beat me",John warned him.

"Oh but I did, you don't seem like the type to back out of a debate" Sherlock said.

"Can it, arsehole", John turned away from hin with a grin.

"Midget" Sherlock replied, smiling down towards him.

(meep)

Sherlock sat in his chair with his hands steepled under his chin. Krs Hudson walked into the flat with her duster and started wafting it around. "Mrs. Hudson, I told you not to dust. Dust is eloquent, and useful" "But Sherlock, what would your mother say? And you will get dust allergies" She said, "I don't get ill" Sherlock noticed and Mrs Hudson sighed, "John might"

"Right here, people. Right here", John waved from his corner."I doubt I will get ill, I'm sure the dust is only dust, not drugs."

('his corner' he is starting to claimthis flat already)
"See. No need to dust" Sherlock noticed and Mrs. Hudson sighed, before glancing between the two of them. "You don't have to keep both flats, boys, you can share this one. It will be easy enough to.rent out John's if you wanted to move in together. 221C is better than 221A, that had black mould, so hard to remove that is"

(ye)

"How so? I'm comfortable with my flat and so is my cat", John said turning a page over.

"Don't worry about coming out, dear, we have all sorts round here. Mrs. K from down the road married another woman once" Mrs. Hidson said.

"What?" John turned his head up."I'm not gay, I don't have to come out", he protested.

"You and Sherlock get on very well. Sherlock rarely spends time with people. He usually talks to that bloody skull" Mrs. Huddon continued.

"Why do you have a skull, Sherlock?" John asked in a fake pleasant tone.

"He was a friend, well not a friend exactly" Sherlock said, mostly concentrating on what he was thinking about.

"Why did you skin your friend to have their skull?" John asked.

"Not exactly a friend, John, do listen." Sherlock replied.