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[The BadWolf]

"Well, if we do, I'll stop complaining about your blog for a day." He said.
"It'd make a good story all the same." He mused.
"But don't call everyone 'some old bloke' like you always do."

[kona.]

W a t s o n

John smirked. "I'd like to see you try." He chuckled. Sherlock, not complain about his blog, for a full twenty-four hours? Ha, sure. "And fine, I won't. Maybe."

[The BadWolf]

"I could do it. And with the level of description in most of your works, you could become an author!" He laughed, "you're better then Charles dickens!" He snorted, grinning.

[kona.]

W a t s o n


{I need to get a female character before I start flirting with Sherlock as myself when I'm playing a male character. That'd be embarrassing, haha. *blush*}

"Oh stop it." He retorted, though inside, he felt ecstatic. Charles Dickens? Wow. "And I never really thought about it before... But I don't know." He mumbled. An author? Eh. He took out his phone, and amazingly, he had great reception. "Wow, great reception on.. whatever planet we're on. I bet the roaming charges are uh, astronomical." He snorted. He went to his blog page. Odd... The counter was still stuck on 6000.

[The BadWolf]

Sherlock started laughing very loudly. He didnt say why.
"You're very gullible!" He sniggered, then frowned.
"6000 people saw your description of me. Charming."

Eh heh heh XD)))

[kona.]

W a t s o n

John didn't say anything in reply, but continued to 'study' his blog, as though it was suddenly very interesting. How embarrassing. "I swear, Sherlock. If we survive this, I'm so going to kill you." He muttered. "And remember, the counter has been stuck for three days."

[The BadWolf]

Poor John XD Sherlock is so mean))

"You've said that a lot. I'm starting to get worried. You're not very hesitant." He murmured.
"Three days? I'm not sure if I should be worried..."

[kona.]

W a t s o n

{If it was me, I'd be crying, haha.}

John glared at Sherlock. "Just stop it, Sherlock. For once, could you just not do this?" He walked away from him, sighing sadly. He loved it when they had moments when they acted like friends, but most times they acted like this to each other. Why did his best friend do this to him constantly? He didn't have many friends.

[The BadWolf]

(I will make him nicer X3 if Sherlock was talking to me that way...I wouldn't care! It's Sherlock!)

Sherlock frowned. He didnt exactly know what he was doing, but John seemed pretty teed off, so he closed his mouth. Maybe he should just shut up for a bit. Sherlock watched John. He seemed upset.

[kona.]

W a t s o n


{Lol. I'm sensative lke that. >:D }

John side, looking down at his phone. He switched it off and looked around the cave. It had soldiers at the gate, keeping a look out, and not much else, except for tunnels leading off into different directions. He found a semi-comfortable chair and sat down. He fiddled around with his phone, playing a game on it, sighing frustratingly.