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Sherlock hadn't moved in over an hour.
He's situated on a thin, wooden chair he's confiscated from the dining room, hardly fit for comfort. He would be sitting in the large armchair he's positioned himself across from, except it's already being occupied. Wretched fiend, you knew I wanted to sit there… he thinks menacingly as his new adversary just stares at him.
Boring deep into her golden eyes, the detective refuses to relent. He even tents his hands in profound thought, trying to find a weak point. A loophole.
The three are at Jim's flat (well, his main residence), and the consulting criminal had given up monitoring this little scene well over twenty minutes ago, "Fine. You two have your fight, I'm going to get a scone."
"Mm." Sherlock grunted. He and his nemesis hadn't exchanged any words, but they were both sure the other knew what they were thinking.
"Sherlock." Jim says, almost bored as he walks back in with a paper bag, "I brought you a biscuit."
"Leave it on the table."
"Sherlock, this is getting ridiculous."
"She started it." He snarls.
"Just let her win and go about your day."
"Or she could settle for a nice box."
"Don't insult her; she's a high-class lady."
"None of this would be happening if it weren't for your stupid rule."
"Excuse me?" Jim's nostrils flare, "Are you insinuating she isn't entitled to the same privileges you are?"
"She is a cat, James!"
At this, Bastet mewled, stretching out luxuriously in the stolen chair-space, taking a moment to groom her jet black fur. Jim's face reads like the look on a doting new mother's face as he leans over to pet the rather plump feline, "Aww, little scamp." She began to purr, relishing in Jim's caresses.
"Show off." Sherlock grumbles.
"Why are you jealous of a cat?" Jim coos, eyes not leaving the furry beast.
"There shouldn't be a 'no moving the cat' rule!"
Jim's face darkens as it rounds on Sherlock, "Well, if she could move you, then I'd make a 'no moving the detective' rule."
"And apparently you got rabies from the cat. Lovely. Explains sooo much."
"Do not offend Bast!" Jim covers her ears, "And you owe her an apology."
"I will do no such thing."
"If you don't, you can have your stupid chair, but she gets your half of the bed tonight."
Sherlock sighs — there is no point in arguing with this insanity, "My sincerest apologies, Bastet. You got there first and I have been brooding unduly."
Bastet continues to purr. Jim seems satiated, "See? Was that so hard?"
"If I didn't find your presence particularly stimulating, I would have you put away."
"Aw, I love you too." Jim smiles.
Bastet abruptly stops purring, giving her co-inhabitant a suspicious look.
"And you." Jim kisses her nose, "Always you."
Sherlock sighs again, but proceeds to kneel and rub the creature's soft belly, Loving Jim means loving this cat… he's so lucky I understand what it's like to love a pet.
Still, the detective is confident he's found a worthy adversary, Current score: Bastet: 3, Sherlock: 0.