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[The BadWolf]

I'm not, not really. I'm a bit like Sherlock in the sense I'm can be rude and don't get the effects XD)

Sherlock watched John, then turned to look out of the fence.
"What have we gotten ourselves into John?" He said lightly.

[kona.]

W a t s o n

Haha I think i may be more like Watson, lol.

John shrugged. "Not sure." He muttered. "Does my opinion even matter?" {WRITERS BLOCK BLEH}

[The BadWolf]

Suited to the characters we're Playing then XD))

"Yes," he turned around, looking at John.
"Who said it didn't?" He asked, frowning.
"All opinions are important, though not all are good."

[kona.]

W a t s o n

{Yes, very. }

John sighed. "It always feels like you don't care." He mumbled. It was true. "You never ask me about my opinion, or anything. It's always about what you're doing."

[The BadWolf]

"I do care..." Sherlock paused.
"It's just I need the work. Without it...my brain rots. Sometimes I get so involved I ignore everything around me." He admitted.

[kona.]

W a t s o n

"Sometimes, Sherlock? Admit it, always. You always ignore everything around you. For goodness sake, I went out two days ago, and when I came back you told me you had asked for a pen an hour ago, and I had been gone for about two hours! You always need a distraction." He sighed, looking at the ground. "Sometimes, Sherlock, I wonder if you really are my friend." He also admitted, though it hurt to say so.

[The BadWolf]

"I only observe what's important. About the pen, I was using the nicotine patch!" He listened to Jonhs last comment, but wasn't sure how to respond. He didnt have friends...no one accepted Sherlock, not really. But John was the one that had come closest, yes.

[kona.]

W a t s o n

"I'm sorry, Sherlock. I'm just... scared." Fine, he admitted it. He was scared. "I"m scared that we aren't going to get out of this one... I mean, we've come close lots of times, but this... I'm really not sure. And Sherlock, you're my best friend, you know that?"

[The BadWolf]

"We will. That doctor will get us out. And I bought your pistol, we could fire at those things and run?" Then John mentioned friends.
"John, you know I don't have friends." He paused.
"But if I did, you would be my friend."

[kona.]

W a t s o n

John looked at the ground, sighing. He really didn't have any friends either, besides Sherlock. "Whatever." He mumbled, taking the pistol from Sherlock, sticking it in his front pocket. "I doubt we'd make it." He muttered. He walked back to the gate. The humanoid THINGS weren't in view, but he knew they were probably still out there. He loved Sherlock, as a friend, of course (What else would they be?), but... He hated it whenever he said things like that.