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When John returned to the flat after work, he found Sherlock staring in abject horror at an innocuous box sitting on their coffee table. Curious but silent, John moved closer to examine what could have frightened his flatmate to such a degree; surely a man accustomed to murder and bodied parts in the fridge could handle anything from…
Build-A-Bear Workshop.
John stifled a giggle, but not before Sherlock turned his piercing gaze unto him.
“Is this amusing John? This blatant mockery of me funny in your little mind?” His tone was sharp, but John knew him well enough to hear his false bravado.
“Have you even opened it? Who even gave it to you?” John moved towards the box, and when he didn’t hear a protest to his actions, started opening the top flaps of the house shaped box.
“Lestrade. His daughter was at a birthday party in that dreaded store and she insisted upon her father making a bear.”
John pulls out the dark-haired bear, dressed in a black trench coat, suit pants, and… a deerstalker. John had to suppress another giggle, but after reading Lestrade’s note reading “sorry, they don’t have a mini Belstaff line!” John let his laughter go.
“He’s adorable! We must keep him.”
As he walked away, he heard Sherlock mutter “I wonder how long it would take for it to completely burn…”