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[The BadWolf]

"It was uncalled for." He frowned, for once bring silenced as he could think of nothing to say. At least Mycroft hadn't turned up. That would have made it much worse. Sherlock didnt exactly understand what he'd said wrong, but decided staying back for a bit would help.

[kona.]

W a t s o n

{We can't go past page 11, haha. We can fill this page and when it hits page 12 we have to stop, haha.}

"Uncalled for?" He muttered. After a few minutes he fell back, walking beside Sherlock. "I'm sorry, I'm fine. I'm just.. tired." Yeah, that would be a fine excuse. Sherlock, being, well, Sherlock, wouldn't inquire any further, hopefully. It really depended, with him. Either he'll leave you alone because he doesn't care, or he'll interrogate every last word out of you.

[The BadWolf]

Noo! Still, I know what it's like coming back and finding stupid amounts of pages XD))

"Tired? Go to bed then? And don't do any of your," he waved a hand around, pulling a face, "blogging. Makes you tired." He suggested, pouting ever so slightly. He didnt really like blogging, and he especially didnt like how John portrayed him.

[kona.]

W a t s o n
{Yesh, I know how it feels, haha. I went to bed and the next morning (not even 10 hours} 5 NEW PAGES haha}

John frowned. "Fine then." He snapped angrily. He turned around and walked back to the living room. He glared at the floor and angrily went back to his room, saying nothing to anybody. He opened up his laptop and started to type furiously, which he always did whenever he was stressed. He knew Sherlock hated his blogging, especially the way he typed about him. "Too bad." He muttered, typing for a long time. He told about the box that was bigger on the inside, and the way Sherlock acted when he saw it. It wasn't the most flattering view of his friend, but he didn't care. He clicked the 'post' button. He grinned and went back downstairs. He entered the TARDIS again, and walked through the long halls, finally finding Sherlock again.

[The BadWolf]

Once I was off for a week and came back to 100 pages XD I hate asking for recaps, but I had to!)

Sherlock watched John. He'd said something wrong, but was unable to identify what exactly it was. He followed John, only when he'd left and heard typing, frowning.
"Blogging. He's obsessed over it." Sherlock pulled a face, walking back to join the group and waiting for John.
"Hello." He said, not mentioning about the blogging. He somehow thought that John wouldn't appreciate it.

[kona.]

W a t s o n

{wow!}

"Hello. What have you been doing while I've been... resting?" He almost had said 'blogging', but caught himself in time. His eyes twinkled slightly, as though he was hiding something, which, of course, he was.

*WRITERS BLOCK SORRY*

[The BadWolf]

It was a crazy Roleplay. Got up to three versions XD))

"Nothing really." He still was pouting. Sherlock was itching to know what John had put, and he had a feeling it wasn't good. He couldn't resist.
"Why were you typing in your sleep?" He laughed, walking on to catch yup with the group.

Gotta go, might be able to Roleplay more still though. I don't want to go to London D: )))

[onlyafter2009]

{{ I've just finished my form, which is on Page 9.
It is for Rory and River. c: }}

[kona.]

W a t s o n
{I'LL GO! I've never been to London, haha. I should go too, taking notes on how to make lasagna. *woop!* lol not really, but i have to. we need to stop soon on here anyways and wait for the others, haha.}

John followed him, having to walk more quickly to keep up with him, rolling his eyes. "You know I wasn't really asleep, Sherlock. And you need to just live with the fact that I blog, alright? And I guess you'll just have to read it to find out what I wrote." He smiled dryly.

[The BadWolf]

Okay, bye! )))

Sherlock looked over.
"I know John. You were blogging." He yet again pulled a face.
"I shall live with the fact that you obsessivly blog." He snorted, pulling his phone out and going on John's blog.
"Haven't yet sorted out that counter?" He clicked on the newest post, reading it quickly enough.