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You bickered with Sherlock for quite some time, trying to knock some sense into his brain. For someone who was a self proclaimed genius, he really knew nothing of human emotions. In complete honesty, you wanted to be left alone. You didn’t want to sleep. Yet here you were, bickering with a full grown male, trying to persuade him to leave your god damn house. It was a lost cause, deep down you knew this, but your defensive nature caused you to continue this senseless argument with the large man baby stood in your living room.
“Honestly, Sherlock… just get the fuck out of my house.” You pleaded, as you rubbed your temple for a moment. He rolled his eyes at your words,
“It isn’t your home anymore, (Y/N). Your father wrote in his will to sell it to somebody.” Sherlock explained, his eyes filled with a look you couldn’t place your finger on. Annoyance? Quite possibly. You stood still, your eyes narrowing a small bit in confusion,
“What?” You whispered, your voice breaking slightly. You had heard him loud and clear, but you needed to know if he was lying,
“You’re homeless, (Y/N). Keep up. Luckily, John is forcing me to offer you temporary residence at our flat. This is non negotiable.” He grumbled. He didn’t seem happy about the situation. Frankly, neither were you,
“Why is it non negotiable?” You countered, your eyes narrowed in annoyance. Sherlock ruffled his ebony hair, letting out another grunt,
“Because, (Y/N), John happens to care about you- god knows why.” Sherlock responded after some deliberation. Your eyes narrowed further, this time in defiance,
“Why should I go with you, Sherlock? What’s stopping me from just renting another apartment?” You countered, your mouth morphing into a scowl as your conversation with Sherlock continued.
“You truly believe that I am unaware of your current financial situation, (L/N)?” Sherlock’s arm crossed over his chest, as his eyes narrowed slightly. As if he was judging you, and the moves you made. You stiffened slightly at his words, though your face retained its calm expression,
“Sherlock Holmes, I detest you.” You growled, as you turned on your heel. You stomped off towards your once-bedroom, and proceed to shove your belongings into a bag. It didn’t take you much time at all to finish packing, and by the time you re-emerged from your room, Sherlock was on his second cup of tea.
“Shall we get going, Ms. (L/N)?” His head tilted as he spoke, setting down the delicate glass cup. You grunted with a nod of your head, slinging the bag over your shoulder.