Hoodie [Sherstrade]

Thursday and Friday (1)

-Thursday, 10:19, twenty minutes since Sherlock has woken up-

Found your note. Delete it. -SH

Now. -SH

Nope.

Don't be mean. -SH

You looked adorable.

I couldn't help myself.

You can't just keep a picture of me against my will! -SH

You're all curled up and you can see my name on your hoodie. You look too cute. I'm keeping it.

Creep. -SH

Insulting me isn't going to convince me to delete it for you.

It's my background now, by the way. My phone background has never looked so beautiful before.

[Delayed] What will get you to delete it? -SH

Nothing will.

Not even if I watch one of those horrid chick flicks with you? -SH

You love them.

I tolerate them for your sake. -SH

That is the sweetest thing you have ever said to me. Ever.

How can I get you to delete it, Lestrade? -SH

Don't you find it odd that you only call me Lestrade over text?

Stop changing the subject. -SH

Nothing is getting me to delete this picture. Sorry, sunshine.

I hate you. -SH

Sure, sure. Feeling any better?

Much. -SH

I might still be sick enough to vomit on you, though. -SH

Lovely. Will you be in class tomorrow?

Most likely. Are you in class now? -SH

In the changing rooms. Footy practise starts at 10:45.

The timing John choose for today is a tad random. -SH

He couldn't make 10:30 but didn't want to leave it until 11:00.

Well, going by the last game, your team needs all the practise it can get. -SH

That's a low blow...

You know they played dirty.

Yes, yes. You 'bitched' about it for over an hour. -SH

You're being mean today.

Delete the picture and I'll stop. -SH

Nope. The picture is worth this abuse.

This isn't abuse!

Now, you're just angry that your trick didn't work.

I hate you. -SH

Go train. -SH

And know, I will murder you if anyone else sees that picture. -SH

Aye, aye, Captain.

John's the Captain... -SH

You're an idiot...

Rude! -SH

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-Thursday, 12:35, five minutes since Sherlock, Molly and Greg's Chemistry class has ended-