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“I look like a git.”
“Quite right.”
“Hey,” protested John. Sherlock wasn't supposed to agree so readily.
Sherlock growled absentmindedly, still studying himself in the mirror.
His arms extended for miles past John's cuffs, his narrow chest swimming in the excess room. His abdomen peaked rebelliously from where the short shirt exposed his porcelain skin.
John, on the other hand, was far too short to fit the length of Sherlock's clothes yet to stocky for anything to be comfortable.
“We both look ridiculous,” Sherlock said finally.
“Yes, we do.”
“Go to our bedroom and remove it all?”
“Oh God, yes.”