Oooooh, I sense a disapproving relative. *wibbles*
Mycroft looks them over, wrinkling his nose. "Couldn't you at least have changed? Have you been climbing through bins?"
"Nothing gets past you." You know, for a second there I thought that was a joke but at the end I realized this is your version of ASIP and that it's true. :D
Anyway, Mummy's very direct "So you're my son's lover" had me all a-wibble. I hope she'll fall for the Watsom charm soon, so that Sherlock won't have to feel unsure (at least that's what I'm interpreting the dropping his hand quickly thing as).
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Mycroft looks them over, wrinkling his nose. "Couldn't you at least have changed? Have you been climbing through bins?"
"Nothing gets past you."
You know, for a second there I thought that was a joke but at the end I realized this is your version of ASIP and that it's true. :D
Anyway, Mummy's very direct "So you're my son's lover" had me all a-wibble. I hope she'll fall for the Watsom charm soon, so that Sherlock won't have to feel unsure (at least that's what I'm interpreting the dropping his hand quickly thing as).
Anyway, great!