http://justhisblogger.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] justhisblogger.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomtownies2010-12-18 08:38 pm

Everything But The Monkey, Saturday Afternoon

... Well. For reasons John would not go into further at present, as they were rather sensitive details with rights to a certain incident in upper Baltimore, Sherlock had to identify a particular brand of pet food. And to identify this, they had to go down to the pet shop, which was, at present, made of gingerbread.

John chose not to question it. It was easier on his sanity.

"So," he asked, flashing the proprietor a brief, nervously placating smile as they went from aisle to aisle, "What kind of cat food are we looking for, and why, exactly?"

He did not expect a particularily extensive answer. Or any answer, really.

[[ john's here for sherlock, but pet shop's a public place! ]]

[identity profile] 3patchproblem.livejournal.com 2010-12-18 07:40 pm (UTC)(link)
"I will know it when I see it," Sherlock replied, already moving down the aisle. He was aglow with a new mystery, so he was being kind about answers.

[identity profile] 3patchproblem.livejournal.com 2010-12-18 07:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Fingers waggling as he passed over each brand, Sherlock just hummed in response. There was detecting to be done, John. Detecting!

He was going to solve a case with cat food.

[identity profile] 3patchproblem.livejournal.com 2010-12-18 07:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Sherlock paused at the brand next to the catnip, eyes lighting up. "Yes. Of course!"

He pulled out his mobile and started texting the answer. Which would, of course, be when Fandom took hold.

And the phone clattered to the ground.

[identity profile] 3patchproblem.livejournal.com 2010-12-18 08:00 pm (UTC)(link)
It wasn't fair that he was suddenly the shorter on in the pair. It just wasn't the way this worked!

Sherlock narrowed his eyes up at him and gave a displeased little noise.

[identity profile] 3patchproblem.livejournal.com 2010-12-18 08:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, of course.

Sherlock scampered away, growling at the situation. His--oh dear god--tail fluffed up before settling back down into a sulky crouch. This was the worst day ever.

[identity profile] 3patchproblem.livejournal.com 2010-12-18 08:12 pm (UTC)(link)
That earned him a hiss before the horrific urge to groom himself took over. On the plus side, just think of all the places he could get into like this!

[identity profile] 3patchproblem.livejournal.com 2010-12-18 08:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Sherlock sniffed dismissively, finding it no different as a cat than as a human. Odd that.

After a moment he trotted over to claw at John's leg. He wasn't about to walk outside like this.

[identity profile] 3patchproblem.livejournal.com 2010-12-18 08:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Which earned him a look that questioned every tiny little brain cell he had. All three of them.

Sherlock made another noise, sitting down and staring at him. Do his bidding, John. Do it.

[identity profile] 3patchproblem.livejournal.com 2010-12-18 08:25 pm (UTC)(link)
"Raaaawwwr." He was lucky that Sherlock depended on him to open the door to their rooms.