Full of energy, Sherlock bounds downstairs to 221C. The Detective bursts through the doorway of Anna's flat to find the Behaviorist with flushed cheeks, listed to her side, with her arm draped across her middle; laughing so hard that she failed to notice him looming over her.
What's she on about? Surely, Sherlock fully intends to find out...
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"Anna...?" Asked Sherlock, with great concern. "Sorry, Wils... didn't see you there." "Your body is convulsing, your cheeks are flush with color and you're grabbing your side as if you're in extreme pain." "It's called laughter, you clot."
"What, might I ask - would inspire such intense levity?" Sherlock crinkled his nose and frowned. "You," Anna smiled. "I've watched the videos you've sent me. I just don't think you can do it, Wils."
"I'm certain you're mistaken, Anna. I've been YouTubing." "Fine. Proveit. Right now...!" she demanded.
Sherlock cued up a song, and began Krumping aggressively. And bloody damned well.
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Since Sherlock said he enjoys dancing, who's to say that he couldn't master any style if he does his research?
