Who: John Watson and Jim Moriarty with a brief appearance of his pup probably Where: John's crummy apartment just cause When: Sunday Afternoon What: Tea time Status: Incomplete/Threaded Rating: G, but will raise if needed
John Watson was a simple man through and through. He didn't care about expensive things and had some of the same plaid work shirts for the past three years. Of course, that didn't mean that he didn't enjoy the fancier teacups when company was involved, even if that company was just Jim Moriarty who likely knew John the best these days.
"It's probably still a bit warm, and I left the kettle on if you'd like more." He said, offering the cup to the other man before sitting. Sure, there were other options than the moderately sized couch, and even then more than ample room for sitting, but he hardly paid any of that mind as he sat down right beside the other man. "This blend claims to have a bit of rose in it." He offered, blowing lightly and taking a sip from his own. "Can't tell it, personally."