sherlock hi what's your favourite violin concerto?
Personally, I’ve always been fond of Paganini’s concerto No 2 in B minor, op7, and Sibelius’ concerto in D minor, op 47. Is always been a difficult choice between those two.
John’s favorite on the other hand is Tchaikovsky’s concerto in D major, op 35; he always asks me to play it, is a annoying.he says it helps calming him down. Helps him sleep.
I guess I like Tchaikovsky as well.
-SH
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The meeting inside each one’s head:
(This is a bit long … Grab a cookie)
*John and Mike Gets into the laboratory*
Sherlock: *He looks at them out of the corner of his eye* [Fuck, he is cute]
John: a bit different from my days. [Oh god, he is hot…act natural John.]
Sherlock: [Ok, act cool] Mike, can I borrow your phone? There is no signal on mine.
John:[omfg his voice]
Mike: What’s wrong with the landline?
Sherlock:[You are ruining my coolness, Mike.] I prefer to text.
Mike: Sorry, It’s on my coat.
John: [Fuck, my moment has come!!] Here, use mine.
Sherlock: [OMG, HE IS GIVING ME HIS PHONE!!] Thank you. *starts walking to John*
John: [Shit shit shit, he is coming, HE IS COMING]
Mike: He is an old friend of mine, John Watson.
Sherlock:[OMG LOOK AT HIS TAN, AT HIS HAIR, AT HIS FACE AT HIS EVERYTHING! He is obviously a soldier, I need to impress him] Afghanistan or Iraq?
John: [wut?] Sorry, what?
Sherlock: Wich one was Afghanistan or Iraq?
John: [what? What is happening?] Afghanistan, sorry how did you-
*Molly gets into the laboratory*
Sherlock: Oh, Molly, coffee; thank you. What happened to the lipstick?
Molly: It wasn’t working for me.
Sherlock: Really? I thought it was a big improvement, your mouth is too small now *drinks coffee* [Molly you are a great person but this shit is cold]
*Molly gets out of the laboratory*
Sherlock: [where was I? Oh yes, the cute soldier] How do you feel about the violin?
John: Sorry, what?
Sherlock: [Darling, you are a bit slow aren’t you?] I play the violin when I’m thinking sometimes I don’t talk for days, would that bother you? Potential flatmates should know the worst about each other.
John: [OMG WHAT ARE YOU SUGGESTING, PAPI?!] But…have you told him something about me?
Mike: No a word.[this shit is working]
John: Who said something about being flatmates?
Sherlock:[he is impressed now, let’s go on] I did, I told Mike this morning that I must be a difficult man to find a flatmate for. And here he is, after lunch with an old friend clearly just home from military service. [He most be impressed…right?]
John:[he is more beautiful when he talk like that…stupid and hot idiot.] how did you know about Afghanistan?
Sherlock: [Not now love, let’s change the subject] How about a little nice place in central London? Together we can be able to afford it. Meet me there at 7 o’ clock, sorry gotta dash, I left my riding crop in the morgue.
John: [Wait, what? You are just going to leave me? I don’t even know your name…and I really want to] Is that it?
Sherlock: [HE WANT ME TO STAY, act cool, don’t forget it, we are supposed to be cool] Is that it what?
John: We just met and now we look a flat.[I mean, it doesn’t bother me, but is not decent]
Sherlock: [problem?] Problem?
John:[Not really but is not decent] We don’t know anything about each other, I don’t know where we are meeting, I don’t even know your name.
Sherlock: I know you are an army doctor…*deducts him completely*
John: [Mate, I feel naked…]
Sherlock: The name is Sherlock Holmes and the address is 221B Baker Street *wink* *leaves the laboratory* [DID I JUST WINK?! WHAT THE HECK SHERLOCK?! HE PROBABLY IS THINKING THAT I’M AN IDIOT]
John: [did he…OMG DID HE JUST WINK AT ME?! OMG!!! TAKE ME! HERE! NOW! I’M FUCKING YOURS! SORRY MIKE, BUT YOU WILL HAVE TO MOVE, HE WILL TAKE ME NOW!]
Mike: [I’m the fucking cupid motherfuckers]
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