[Shen Xia] When Watson has Twitter

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#Sherlock's One Word Diary#

Mill is well, very well.On the road, I met a strange man, who was obviously a liar.I cut my finger, not happy.

John sewed the buttons for me, today was a great day.

The author has something to say: Watson's way of typing on the keyboard is very cute, with a two-finger Zen style, every time I see it, I feel so cute >

There is also a curly shirt, Juan seems to like a shirt that is one size smaller, and the dark purple shirt is very impressive, every time I look at it, I want to tear off the shirt that is about to explode. Inside ah ah ah ah ah ah ah! 【Don't talk to me QAQ

Come to a picture to feel it, pay attention to the chest!Watch out for beautiful hands!All a male god should have are long legs and nice hands!Juanjuan, you bow your head so beautifully, do you know that!

[Please hold on, don't get nosebleeds (+﹃+)]

☆、#一个抱想#

Sherlock was already well-known, and some reporters would even stop in front of Baker Street, just to take pictures of the detective wearing his handsome coat with his collar up, and then pushing open the door and running out.

The hem of his coat was blown up by the wind, and Sherlock was in his best photogenic state at all times.

Sherlock once said very firmly that he doesn't like being famous, especially the picture of him wearing a deerstalker hat that he picked up casually, but obviously, this has become Sherlock's logo. The picture of the raised collar covering half of the face has even become a mural for every Sherlock fan group.

I don't understand the madness of young people these days, but they love and adore Sherlock, which is fine.

Although I don't think Sherlock will give them some useful life guidance.

Sherlock likes the Internet, but also hates the Internet. In fact, he is not familiar with anything, purely likes and absolutely hates. He has told me countless times that I have to separate myself to see the problem accurately. This sounds very good. Advanced knowledge, of course, I can't learn it in my life. It sounds difficult to treat my own life as a bystander.

But that's okay, Sherlock is perfectly up to the task.

In fact, crazy admirers on the Internet have begun to bid for Sherlock's items-obviously, this seems to bring them closer to their idols-just like the Yellow Pages that Sherlock threw away at the beginning can be collected by others, which makes I am surprised.

"I don't need to be famous, John, you know, being famous always comes with a lot of costs." Sherlock is lying on the sofa and reading the newspaper, although I have told him many times that this is not good, but the big detective is still the same .

I stopped writing, and it's a good time to get rid of the keyboard once in a while: "Being famous may be a hassle, but it also brings you a lot of cases, and you can find the joy of life with clients, right? "

Sherlock put the newspaper on the side table and looked at me with beautiful eyes.He sat up with an exaggerated way of swinging his legs apart, then looked at me: "Maybe you're right, John."

I looked at him and smiled, but I also thought that maybe Sherlock should be restrained.

After all, a private detective like a big star is not very suitable. He will lose his disguise, lose the opportunity to follow, and even lose many opportunities to solve the case.

But is there any way?The first time I saw Sherlock I realized he was a luminary, and sooner or later he was going to be seen.

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I used to think that I knew Sherlock so well that I could even guess what kind of pasta the man liked from the slightest facial expression.

I may not be good at deduction, but I am good at studying Sherlock, and he is like a deepest mystery, which makes me never tired.

But in fact, I don’t know many things about Sherlock. I don’t know his past. It’s like school, like family. Every time he mentions those details, he always mentions them. His way of changing the topic is like his dressing taste. profound.

"I'm going to attend an alumni meeting." I put the sleeping Mir into his den, then winked at Sherlock, and tried to lower my voice, "Mir is still young, don't mess with me when I leave." Wake him up, lack of sleep can lead to stunted growth."

Sherlock was curled up on the sofa, watching a fixed-time soap opera.I don't know when Sherlock started to read this kind of stuff. In his words, there are all kinds of irrationality and contradictions in it. Those who don't look good can get married and attribute everything to love. Very illogical.So Sherlock is studying, or mocking. If it weren't for the poor detective elements in it, he might have scolded the show like a dog.

Although my voice was small, it was obvious that Sherlock heard it.He looked at me, then jumped off the sofa, wanted to speak, glanced at the snoring Mir who was sleeping from the corner of his eyes, and closed his mouth again.

He was walking towards me with his back to the light, which made me think he was taller and thinner than usual.

"Where are you going?" He stood in front of me and lowered his head slightly.

I reached out to take off my coat, obviously embarrassed by Sherlock's gaze: "We've been to Engley's, it's a nice place."

Sherlock thought for a moment, then nodded: "Obviously, the salad there is good."

I nodded at him, then reached for the keys.Sherlock stretched out his arm one step ahead of me to remove the key, and then put it in my pocket.

"You like to keep everything in your pocket, which is not good." Apparently, Sherlock touched the gun in my coat pocket.

Well, I didn't intend to use this gun to mess up the rare classmate, but yesterday's case was a bit dangerous, and Sherlock and I waited for several days at the pier before we caught that cunning suspect, the necessary self-defense Measures are good.But it is obviously inappropriate to carry this now, I took out the gun and put it aside: "Thank you Sherlock, you go to bed first, don't leave the door for me."

"Have fun." Sherlock said a rare blessing.

I looked at him gratefully, then opened the door and walked out.

But when I walked downstairs, I turned my head.

The curtains moved slightly, and the windows were obviously not blown shut by the wind.I can still see that swaying figure, although he disappeared very quickly.

Is it because Sherlock looks at the window every time I go out?I don't know, but I feel a little guilty just thinking about the possibility.

This class reunion was organized by Mike, and Sherlock and I could meet because of Mike, he is a very nice person and friendly.He seems very dissatisfied with my current social level. In fact, my life seems to be only centered on Sherlock. I am tirelessly moving around the star of Sherlock, day after day.

I don't think there is anything wrong with this, but obviously, the protagonist of this class reunion is me.

After graduating, I went to the army with a passion, and in fact the army life did exercise my willpower—at least the first time I dropped me in Sherlock, who was still crippled, to find the box, and let me go halfway through When I came back from London and texted him, my first reaction was not to punch or kick him, which proves that the military career is still very good and taught me patience.

Not everyone in the university became a doctor, just like Mike, he became a university professor.But actually I don’t remember many people. The war not only deprived me of my health, but also blew up part of my memory. In fact, my memory is not particularly good.But I remained warm and friendly to each of them, but actually, I started missing Sherlock not long after.

His straightforward way may suit me better, even if it is occasionally mixed with sarcasm and an insult to the IQ of human beings all over the world.

I didn't stay until the end, in fact I just shrugged off something and left after the meal.Mike looked a bit lost, I'm sorry.

When we got back to 221B, the lights were already dark.The first thing I saw when I walked in was Sherlock sitting on the sofa, wearing blue pajamas, hiding himself in the darkness.

"Why don't you go to bed?" I took out my phone and looked at it, "It's already very late."

Sherlock looked up at me: "Darkness helps thinking."

Mill is no longer here, and I suppose Mrs. Hudson has taken him.I just drank some wine, but in fact I didn't feel sleepy, so I simply turned on the wall lamp, and the warm yellow light made the room much warmer.

At least it seems.

"Sherlock, you never seem to mention your college?" I looked at Sherlock, trying to say something to stop my headache from alcohol.

Sherlock put his ten fingers together on his chin, as if he was thinking about something, and after listening to my question, he focused his eyes on me: "Actually, I don't have a good impression of the university."

I blinked a bit.

"That was a task assigned to me by Mycroft. He asked me to pretend to be someone I didn't know. In fact, I did a good job." Sherlock shrugged. , "I got a scholarship, made several experimental achievements, and my mentors are very kind to me."

That sounds great, except for a perfect girlfriend, Sherlock should have no regrets in his college career.But I could tell Sherlock didn't like it.

Sherlock smiled: "Don't frown, John, it's not good for you to put your own thoughts on your face every time."

"I'm just doing this in front of you." I pressed my hand to my forehead, and in fact, the alcohol kept my head aching.

Sherlock shifted his position, crossing his right leg over his left, which made his legs look longer: "Yeah, I don't like that, the accolades don't do me any good, and actually bring me It’s a lot of burden. They are not smart at all, and the only thing that comforts me is the library, at least where I can spend time by endorsing.”

Perhaps, instead of consuming time, it is consuming energy.

His head is always turning too many times faster than others, so he needs stimulation|stimulation, he needs puzzles, and slow pace is never suitable for Sherlock.

Like those cocaine solutions, but a means.

I can't say anything, because I actually forgot about my college life.It stands to reason that it should be a very happy time, but when a better life appears, you will be greedy for those good times and gradually forget the past.

I crave the present, every moment of the present.

"Actually, I have thought about it more than once, what would it be like if I saw you earlier." As I said this, I leaned forward slightly.

Sherlock laughed, and when the corners of his mouth moved, his face softened a lot: "Maybe you will be scared away by me, and more than one person will be scared away by me."

Maybe, I thought about what it would be like if I met Sherlock when I was a student, but I'm afraid the result will be a mess.I also laughed, but when I met Sherlock's eyes, I stretched out my hand involuntarily.

It might be the effect of the alcohol, it might be the warmth of the wall light, and my hand holds Sherlock's.

The temperature of his hands was a little lower than that of ordinary people, so I couldn't help holding his fingers in the palm of my hand.His hands are much bigger than mine, so I can only squeeze his fingers, but that's enough.

"At least, we had the best time together." I looked at him, and as I said that, I saw me with a drunken smile in his pupils.

Sherlock didn't move, he lowered his head, staring at our clasped hands as if studying something.Then he looked up at me and took my hand behind his back.

"Your eyes and shoulders tell me that you've had a setback and you want a hug." Sherlock's voice sounded calm.

But to hell with those interpretations, I've had no setbacks recently other than breaking up with a couple of girlfriends in a row.I'm just a drunk drunk now, in this warm house, I want to give my best friend a comfort, that's all.

So I opened my arms, and Sherlock didn't refuse, and reached out to wrap me in his arms.

Unexpectedly warm embrace, he is wearing my favorite marine fragrance, it seems that Sherlock just took a bath.His arms are very long, tall people have this talent, they can hold others in their arms.But there's nothing wrong with that, at least, it's reassuring.

It's a consolation prize, but it's not bad for me.

The author has something to say: [Lei Mama threw a landmine] Thanks for your support =333=

Finally got a hug, this is good progress =V=

In fact, Sir Conan Doyle's original book did not mention the deerstalker hat. This is a stalk derived later, but it also makes the original cold detective more humane. This is one of the reasons why fans are obsessed with Sherlock. .I like when Sherlock wears a deerstalker hat, the little bow on it is very cute~(≧▽≦)/~

Here is a picture of a deer hunting hat~ Juanjuan, you smile so heartwarmingly, does your Peanut know... Also, Juanjuan looks so tall!

☆、#Hug follow-up#

#Mycroft's observation diary#

One thing I need to admit is that I never really liked Dr. Watson from the beginning to the end.

He is as firm and decisive as steel, and he also has the love and friendliness unique to doctors. He can build a good relationship with everyone, be tolerant and patient, especially when dealing with Sherlock. Maybe he doesn't even know it. How harmonious it is to get along.

South Korea is in conflict with North Korea again. God knows what they have to toss about every day, but I am very satisfied with the results of this South Korean general election, on the surface.

After dealing with these things in the afternoon - I always have to waste time for some small goldfish - Anthea dutifully brought me lunch, sugar-free bread with vegetables, and a few pathetic cheese crumbs.

"Boss, you finished all the cookies in the morning." Anthea smiled at me.

Well, maybe I should be tough on myself because of my weight and my teeth.

I picked up the bread and took a bite. Although it didn't have the sweetness of sugar, it wasn't too hard to swallow.Anthea put the processed documents on the table and walked out. The thick carpet well concealed the fact that she was wearing high heels.I took the folder and opened it to have a look. It contained detailed records of the general election.

There is also a photo attached at the end, which is Greg. He seems to have another task today.Those restless little bastards - this is obviously a love murder - always find ways to find trouble for Greg, maybe they will never understand that solving a case is far more difficult than planning a crime .

In pure light as in pure darkness, nothing can be seen clearly.What I need is never a spotless world. Of course, I also hate a world full of dirt. What I need is balance.Light and darkness, interdependent and supportive, this is my job.

And only at this time, I selfishly hope to sweep away the darkness of this world.

Just to pave the way for my lover so that he is no longer tired.

Greg is destined to work overtime again tonight. After each case is completed, he has to write a report. If it is not detailed enough, it is very likely that those cunning lawyers will take advantage of the loopholes and let go of the suspects that Greg has worked so hard to capture.

After closing the folder, I picked up the remote control and pressed the red button on it.

An image appeared on the white wall in front of him, and it was divided into nine pieces, each of which was a different scene.I put my right leg on my left, picked up the bread and took another bite, staring at the monitor in front of me.

The good doctor seemed to be talking about something, to get his coat, and Sherlock curled himself up on the sofa - I told him so many times that it was not good for his health - and didn't move, obviously, they weren't going to work on a case , Dr. Watson wants to leave alone.

Then Sherlock stood up and walked to the door.

I turned on the sound, and there was a muffled voice coming from the back of the armchair.

"Have fun."

It was Sherlock's voice, and it was rare for him to say that.

After Dr. Watson left, Sherlock stood by the window and looked out until he was sure that Watson had left before sitting back in the armchair.In fact he looked a little agitated, inexplicably.The TV was already turned off by him. He stood up and walked around the room, reached out and touched Dr. Watson's pistol, played with it, and looked at the wall unconsciously. The place marked by the smiling face is one of my surveillance cameras , obviously Sherlock knew.But he gave up his plan to destroy him with a gun, put the gun down, walked to the bamboo basket-like kennel, bent down, picked it up, and put it in his bedroom.

But Sherlock didn't go to bed. In fact, it was a bit early to go to bed at this time.He walked out the door, went back to the bedroom, and reached out to turn off all the lights.

The night in London starts at five o'clock.

There was darkness in the monitor, and then I heard Sherlock's voice.

"Mycroft, I know you're here."

I have finished eating the bread and wiped my hands: "Actually, you can choose to call me, but the signal is not very clear."

Sherlock's voice sounded lazy: "I don't want to take the phone, the light is very dazzling."

Maybe I can think that this is my brother's waywardness.It's a good feeling.I bent my lips: "Your good doctor also needs his own social life, he has his own world."

Sherlock snorted softly, with some conceit: "I'm enough in his world."

I froze, the last time I heard that line... seems to be on Valentine's Day, I wrote it on letter paper and put it in a rose, gave it to Greg, and had a really good night that night.

I understand the meaning of this sentence very well, but I don't guarantee that Sherlock understands it too.

But obviously, I need to digress, which I don't like: "Eileen Adler has joined the Conservation Group. Her life is temporarily guaranteed, but I am afraid I will not be able to return to the UK in the future."

"Really? It's boring."

Sherlock's voice was flat, which reassured me that Mummy didn't like a woman like Irene as her daughter-in-law.

At this time, Sherlock's voice came again: "I need a case, give me a case, I'm bored now."

"Greg is busy."

"Then tell me, John put my cocaine there."

"NO."

"..."

"You should probably give me back my papers, that's important to me."

"boom!"

A sudden explosion cut off the conversation, and I clearly saw a fire light appear on the monitor, which was fleeting.Looks like Sherlock is still using the gun and is going to have to reinstall the sound transmission tomorrow, which is expensive for God's sake.

It's getting late, and I'm going back too.I know Greg won't be back early, but if I can see me waiting for him as soon as he gets home, maybe I can do myself a favor in the night out.When I went out with my coat, I saw Anthea holding her mobile phone again.

"Don't write novels during working hours." I said casually.

Anthea looked up and smiled at me: "I have finished today's work, boss."

"Then keep an eye on the monitor for me, and let me know if there is any accident."

"I'm off work, boss."

"I allow you to post the novel you wrote today online."

"Thank you boss, I am determined to complete the task."

Sitting in the car, here is not very close to my home.Greg didn't want people to see our relationship—in fact, the world knew—so we lived a little further out of the city.There is a forest there, and it is nice to go for a walk there in your free time.

This is what I intended for Sherlock, but it is enough for him now that he has his good doctor.

As soon as I got home, my phone rang.

It's Anthea's text message.

Dr. Watson has come home, apparently drunk. -Anthea

Hope he doesn't overdo it. -MH

Of course, he just had a friendly hug with Mr. Sherlock, but it took a little longer. -Anthea

I looked at the mobile phone that I threw on the wall. The tin box had been torn apart and was obviously unusable.My teeth were hurting again, I pulled out a spare phone — I actually had a drawer — and sent Anthea a text.

I need to increase the surveillance level of 221B Baker Street, now, immediately. -MH

The author has something to say: As the biggest security breach in the Great Corruption Empire, Sherlock has focused on stealing documents for 30 years

Changhua, come back quickly~ Brother Mai needs to be appeased now...

Send a picture of Sister Blackberry's brewing

☆、#Aside lay a Sherlock#

April 5

7: 30am

Last night I seemed to drink too much and had a strange dream.God, I actually dreamed that Sherlock gave me a warm hug, that was rare.

Maybe this is the sequelae of the headache, and I really need to stay away from alcohol in the future.

- Comments (7):

-Anthea: Actually, it wasn't all a dream

-Harry: (⊙o⊙)

-Anthea: I don't know if it's warm or not, but you guys did hug, but it was requested by you, the doctor

-JW: ... = mouth =

-Harry: Well done!

-Mrs.Hadson: Oh John, the lady next door keeps telling me about their couple, I'm bored, luckily you gave me a reason to bother her

-MH: Anthea, go to work!

8: 20am

Well, I spent almost an hour thinking about what happened yesterday.

Maybe I didn't wake up, let me sleep again.

- Comments (9):

-Harry: ... [come downstairs

-Anthea: ... [Come downstairs

-GL: ... [Why did you come downstairs?

-MH: ... [It's just a weird rule

-GL: ... [looks silly

-MH: ...【just have fun

-SH: ... [In fact, breaking this rule is condemned and defined as a failure, which is strange

-JW: Stop(╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻

-SH: John you lost, come out to boil milk

8: 30am

I almost forgot, there are two small animals waiting for me to feed.I hope Sherlock is awake, otherwise I'm afraid I won't be calling him in his bedroom.

- Comments (1):

-Anthea: Allah

9: 01am

In fact, Sherlock didn't look embarrassed in any way.Thank goodness, that's good, at least he thinks the way I was drunk yesterday was very disgraceful, and it would be best for Sherlock to forget.Of course, I don't think he has forgotten, but remembers very clearly.Who knows.

10: 00am

It's hard to find a job where you can follow Sherlock anytime, anywhere. After all, no boss likes to see his employees follow a detective and keep skipping work at any time.But I think hard work pays off, I can always find it.

- Comments (5):

-Harry: Waiting for your neurotic roommate, this is a pretty good job, as long as you pay attention, you only need to feed him in the future instead of letting him eat you

-JW: ...?

-Harry: Dear John

-JW:=A=

-SH: Even though I'm British, I don't eat everything

10: 20am

Sherlock has updated his website, Deduction, an Advanced Knowledge.

11: 00am

I'm going outside for a change of air.

- Comments (1):

-Harry: Hey, I bet you're hiding something, are you going out for air in this weather?Are you sure the fog outside won't give you a headache?

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Actually, yes, I'm just hiding something.

But how do I say, "Hey, I woke up in my roommate's bed this morning and there's a Sherlock staring at me and studying me"? !

I was very drunk yesterday, although I know I tasted good, but in fact, the memory of this period is always blurred.I had a dream all night, dreaming of a hug, dreaming of soft pillows, and dreaming of being stared at by wolves all night, shivering.

In fact, this fluffy pillow is really not mine. I actually don't like pillows, but Sherlock likes pillows, fluffy and soft.And it wasn't the wolf that was staring at me, but Sherlock.

God, no one can understand the scene of waking up early in the morning, turning your head, and your gay friends are staring at you.

It was eerie and sent chills down the spine.

"I must have not woken up..." I closed my eyes stubbornly.

But, the next moment, a deep voice came into my head: "John, maybe you need some tea, although I don't think you're still awake."

I opened my eyes, and the Sherlock with the curly black hair was still there, not disappearing, so it proved that I was not dreaming.

Sitting up suddenly, I seemed to startle Sherlock.He also propped up his upper body, and his legs are much shorter than mine (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻

"May I ask, why, am I sleeping in your room?" I looked at Sherlock, trying to calm my voice.

Sherlock's expression was calm, and he didn't show any emotion as usual: "I'll catch a cold if you sleep in the living room, so I moved you into the bedroom," his voice paused, "I moved Mir in in the same way. "

I decided to ignore the word "move".

I also want to ask why he didn't move me to my own room, but forgive me, this situation is too weird, and I have no other way out but to run away.I was still wearing the clothes I wore yesterday, but my coat was taken off. I left his room, rushed upstairs, and locked myself in the room for more than half an hour.

But Sherlock doesn't look any different, he still insists on eating Chinese lunches and routinely telling me he's bored, a pattern that reassures me now.

I went for a walk, and in fact, as Harry said, the air outside was terrible.I came back after a short walk, and when I entered the door, I heard Sherlock talking, facing the fireplace.

"I don't want to go back to see Mommy."

'If something good happens to you, I think your mother would like to know. ' That voice, not Mycroft, but Greg.I won't admit it.

"But Mommy said that she would prefer Mycroft to bring his wife and children back to see her. You can go back with Mycroft."

'You can bring your good doctor, at least in the future, no one will force you to get married. '

"sounds good."

It took all my strength not to kick the door open.

Sherlock, you bastard (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻

The author has something to say: The trip of the hounds is about to start. In other words, the scenery of S2E2 is really nothing to say. It is also very good to let Juanjuan and Huasheng go on a trip

Does beautiful scenery help emotional development =V=

Send a picture of the parents [also Benny's parents]~ It looks very right, Mommy is a beauty~

☆, #病毒trivia#

April 5

9: 00am

In my mind, Sherlock means omnipotence, and in fact, he does have magical powers that ordinary people do not have. Even if he repeatedly stated that it is science, it still feels incredible to me.

But today, when Sherlock's cheekbones were red and he refused the toast I offered him, I knew he was sick.

- Comments (4):

-Harry: ... WHAT!He actually gets sick!Wasn't he a robot in disguise? !

-Anderson: Obviously not, if so, I hope to be the first to dissect him

-Donovan: Anderson, don't think I don't know that this is your usual way of expressing love. You said before that you would only dissect me!

-Harry: LS, although I want to say that Xiuenai dies quickly, but the way you show affection is so strange

9: 24am

Mrs. Hudson is not at home, so I'd better do the cooking myself.

- Comments (1):

-Mrs.Hadson: I'm sorry boys, I went to a relative's house, you have to take care of yourselves during this time

9: 30am

I tried the watch, and it was a little hot. Obviously last night he ran out in the rain and came back, which made him catch a cold.

9: 31am

There are actually three ambulances (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻

9: 33am

Mycroft, Sherlock just has a cold, please don't send an ambulance, I won't answer the door, thank you.

- Comments (7):

-Anthea: Boss, let me just say, Dr. Watson will not accept it, you are questioning his medical skills

-SH: John, I don't want to go to the hospital

-JW: ok, we're not going

-MH: Sherlock has never had a fever due to a cold since he was an adult

-GL: Neither did you, but in fact, you were the one who was bedridden a few days ago

-MH: Actually, it was just by chance.Also, Greg, you can't get up every day, why are you talking about me?

-GL: ...shut up, Mycroft, if you want dinner tonight

10: 00am

I warmed up some milk for Sherlock to drink, and later cooked some porridge, which is all he can eat now.Although his face was burning red, he was still awake, but when I put up a finger in front of his eyes, he frowned and stared for a long time with a serious expression, then closed his eyes and turned his head away .

I automatically acquiesced that he was cheating because he couldn't recognize it.

- Comments (7):

-Donovan: He needs to go to the hospital and get an injection.

-JW: Thank you, I have medicine at home, I have injected him

-MH: Please make sure Sherly won't have an allergic reaction, please make sure Sherly doesn't feel too sad, please make sure Sherly is still awake

-GL: Be quiet, Mike, you're overprotective of Sherlock, he's going to grow up

-JW: Actually, he's playing a mobile game

-Harry: =口=He actually plays mobile games!

-SH: I play well, obviously.Also, John, I have a headache.

10: 20am

The ice pad that can be attached to the forehead is really good, at least it doesn't have to go back and forth to change towels.

- Comments (3):

-SH: John, I have a headache

-SH: I don't want to take medicine

-SH: There must be something wrong with this game

10: 40am

Who the hell told Sherlock that he won't get a headache if he lies on his knees (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻I have to cook porridge!

- Comments (8):

-Harry: @Mycroft Holmes

-GL: @Mycroft Holmes

-MH: But I've never been asked to

-JW: I knew it was you Mycroft, do you have time, can you tell me how many misconceptions you have told Sherlock?