John Watson internationally smuggles tea (imhisblogger) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2012-06-15 23:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | florence trumper, john watson |
Who:John Watson and Florence Trumper!
What:Chatting and randomness.an invasion of John!
When: Some time after chatting with Kat!
Where:Complex kitchen.
Warning:I don't see any!
John Watson frowned as he looked down at his watch, for what must have been the hundredth time. He sighed. Only five minutes has passed since the last time he had checked. He looked around, half expectantly, half knowingly. He knew only to well that he wasn't about to see his friend striding towards him, all cocky smiles and no apologies whatsoever for the fact that the man had kept John waiting, once again. Sherlock was wrapped up in cases. That didn't mean John didn't worry or get annoyed.
Glancing down at his mobile at an empty textless screen he sighed. Sherlock couldn't even spare a minute to send him a text. John was concerned. Sherlock was isolating himself. He was working so much he was barely eating. John had to bring him meals just to make sure something substantial got consumed. If he didn't, Sherlock would work through the night. He'd told him it was unhealthy only ten million times, and each time he was blown off with a hand wave or annoyed statement of can't be bothered to care. Why should he then care? John questioned bitterly as he prepared yet another meal for his friend. If this was how Sherlock behaved towards people he liked, John pitied those Sherlock hated.
Tonight's menue was a frozen dinner. Again. Why should he cook something fresh when Sherlock wouldn't even stop to eat with him? "Can't be bothered to care." John commented scathingly as if it were the dinner's fault his friend was absent and he poked a hole in the plastic that kept the meal fresh with a knife He turned on the stove and waited for the proper heat. John sighed in frustration as he stared down the oven temperature meter and tried to will it to heat faster with his brain.