Characters: Sherlock Holmes & Lily Evans When: Saturday early afternoon Location: Baggage car Warnings/Rating: None at the moment Summary: Sherlock is doing laundry because he's a good house husband. Status: Closed/ongoing
Sherlock had once again taken it upon himself to do something useful. It was more as an act of compensation for what he'd done to John the day before (drugging him again was frowned upon by many, many people) and he really didn't want to be accused of such terrible things. So, once more, he was doing laundry. He'd worked out the intricacies of washing machines when they'd returned from Tortuga, so that part wasn't too bad. Dividing up the clothes and shoving them into the different machines. Easy peasy.
It was dull, though. Watching the machines spin round and round and round and round... Sherlock sat on the floor of the baggage car, legs crossed, the drums tumbling in front of him. He should have brought a book. He should had brought John. Or his tablet. Or something. Anything. God.