Doctor Who/Sherlock=Wholock RP

[Spike20096]

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Sherlock looked outside, it started to shower. That meant John would be back soon. Unless he's at Sarah's. He frowned, it didn't take this long for Lestrade to reply. He sent another text.

I bet you got it all wrong, because Anderson was there, lowering all your IQs.

-SH

He finally stood up to look out the window, he saw a funny looking man in a tweed jacket. With a bowtie. 'Newbie...' he thought....

[EO+RS]

Greg checked his watch. It was lunchtime, about, so he decided to take a quick walk down to a local place that sold fish fingers for a light lunch. Hands in his pockets and whistling, he made his way out to the street and down the sidewalk, telling off a teenager for almost jaywalking on the way, but letting him off so he could get lunch. He looked at the fresh message on his phone, deciding to text back just because.

We're not firing him just because he disagrees with you.

Honestly, Sherlock could be such a child sometimes.

[Spike20096]

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His phone vibrated in his hand, and he turned his eyes away from the new stranger to look at his phone. He frowned.

Too bad. It's your funeral!

-SH

He, put the phone back in his pocket, and turned his eyes back to the tweed-wearing stranger. He was heading for the supermarket.

[EO+RS]

Lestrade checked his phone after paying for his fish and sitting down to eat. Anderson wasn't bad, just bad with Sherlock. he sighed, and watched the passers by on the street as he ate his fishsticks, savoring the time away from the paperwork.

[Spike20096]

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Sherlock could see Lestrade, eating his fish fingers. The stranger was heading in the same direction...Was he following Greg? He texted a warning to his 'co-worker'. He can call Lestrade that, right?

I can see you at the restaurant, through the window. I think someone's following you.

-SH

He pressed send, and watched the two men carefully. He couldn't deduct much from the strange man, he was too far away. Even for his hawk-eyes.

[EO+RS]

Greg looked at his phone. He put on his sunglasses casually, glancing around. He texted a reply.

Man in tweed? Looks like he just wants fish fingers. I'll keep an eye on him.

Anyone in that sort of an outfit probably wouldn't be following him, he figured. Too obvious for that, but he could be a lookout for some petty criminal.

[Spike20096]

((I think we should just wait for ~Ayrena~ to reply now :3...Got to go anyway. Bye bye :3))

[Snips.]

(sorry, had to go)

The Doctor quickly found a shop that was open and sold some fish fingers.
He walked in with a grin on his face as he took a seat .
"Could I get some fish custard?" The doctor asked the person behind the counter. At the blank look on the persons face, the Doctor clarified, "Fish fingers and custard."

[Spike20096]

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Yeah, that's him. He's in the shop with you, at the counter.

-SH

He replied, resting his forehead against the window, his curly hair was mopping it.

[fruitbat]

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