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“Jesus christ! ” with his elbows on the desk, John looked down and tucked his hands in the hair. Now the ends had emerged over the first knuckel. After his returning to London from Afganistan owing to the bullet, only one haircut had been accepted. The skin of the corner of his eyes pushed to one spot and piled together, formed layers of wrinkles. His laptop opened at the page of the comment area of his blog.
Sherlock turned over, facing the inner side of sofa. The blue gown wrinkled underneath his back smoothed and felt about him. The sofa shaked as he stretching his legs. Unsatisfiedly he groaned, burying the noise into the cushion.
“Your sis told you that you’re welcomed to consult her about those matters concerned of the process of signing civil partners.”
“What? No, not about that. ”His hands fell onto the desk and he folded them together. “You can’t imagine how many new comments on my blog, Sherlock. Fans are crazy. And what’s fanfic? Why all of them are talking about it?”
“Inessential. Might has been deleted. ”The curls over Sherlock’s nape dangled slightly. He streghted out his body. “Do what people do. Maybe google it.”
John pressed his lips togther, typing “fanfic” into the search box. After a minute someone’s howling cracked the sky.
“They wrote us as a couple.”
“You wrote us as a couple too.”
“They are different, Sherlock.” John leaned forward, pushing the desk. Then he typed frantically on the laptop. “There’re three websites, LiveJournal, Fanfiction and Archive of Our Own. Oh god, they have bloody tumblr. More than write us as a couple.”
“Tumblr? What tumblr?”
However John didn’t answer him. Weirdly, he quieted down. Sherlcok curled up his toes and pressed himself deeper into the sofa. They had just closed one case. Before he got bored, sleeping is the best way to kill time.