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john held his head in his hands and let out a frustrated groan, he’d made the mistake of asking irene for help to take sherlock out on a date. he wanted it to be good and whilst he was sure he could plan something half decent, he wanted their first official date to be special. who better to ask than the campus cupid, everyone seemed to trust her opinion. he knew sherlock somewhat trusted her. “irene, you’re not listening to me- i just don’t think sherlocks idea of a date would be fine dining in the bloody ritz. hell, i wouldn’t even be allowed in,” he huffed, leaning back in the chair and leant his head on his hand, propped up on the arm of the desk chair with his elbow. “i don’t want him to be bored.”
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“people like me care,” he gestured to himself, with the wave of a hand, “people that have one pair of shoes to last them years and who’s jumpers came from a charity shop because that’s all his student loan would stretch to. you don’t need to care what they think. you dress well, look good. you carry yourself like you’re better than everyone,” john paused when he realised he complimented irene, for once, but carried on because despite their differences he was starting to like irene. unless she flirted at sherlock. still didn’t like that. he rolled his eyes as irene bought up sherlock again, he knew how different he was with john but their startling difference in class and abilities would make someone confident doubt their worth in the relationship. “i guess you’re right but for a first date? i suppose i would work… you really think sherlock wouldn’t die of boredom on a picnic?” john couldn’t help but smile a little as she continued to talk, glancing up at her eventually and gave a slight nod despite the way his nose scrunched at how she talk the pill. some of her actions still rubbed him up the wrong way. “you’d help with that? but that’s all you’ll do- no hanging about to spy on us, i don’t want to see us feature in your next paper, /thank you/.” he narrowed his eyes at her, the thought of being spied on made his skin crawl, what he had with sherlock felt too private, too good, to share.
adleranalysis
( @johnhwatson_ ) "who / cares / what people think? they're all idiots," irene said, matter-of-factly. that much, she believed true. being able to see through people and cut down to their deepest layers within a fleeting glance, she understood people's motivations were often inherently selfish and for short-term gratification. drugs, sex, violence, money. it was all the same. that was why she stuck around sherlock and why she liked john, though she'd struggle to admit that. they were different. particularly john. for all of sherlock's intellect, john was quicker on his feet and unusually selfless, and that much, irene admired. "have you / seen / the way that boy looks at you? god, it's nauseating. all that warmth and affection and / desire / ," she drawled boredly. "your shoes doesn't matter, watson. besides, sherlock likes it morbid. you must, too, or you would be dating pretty mary morstan." irene arched a brow at the medical suggestion, rummaging through her desk drawer before tugging out the iron pills. she popped one, a bit lecherously, but all in good fun. "nice deduction, doc," she said, "but anyway, isn't that why you have /me/? bit of lock-picking, maybe some seduction, and there you go, free crime scene building."
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john barely registered the woman before him, instead regretting his life the minute he stepped into her dorm. the sweet smell of vanilla and amber burned his nostrils, almost suffocating. he could smell the nicotine underneath all that, no doubt drowning the room in the sweet smell to disguise the cigarettes. he glanced at her and then his shoes, despite their appearance he cared for those shoes more than anything he owned, not having the funds to replace them if he needed too. they’d been re-laced three times and there was probably more superglue on the sole than rubber. “i don’t think the shoes are my problem, irene. sherlock dresses like he’s going to a business meeting even if we’re staying inside all day. i don’t exactly look the part, most people think i’m just his charity case,” he huffed, feeling slightly desperate at his attempts to impress sherlock. especially turning to irene of all people. “that’s- that’s a bit morbid, no?” he grimaced, narrowing his eyes at her slightly. “you should take some iron tablets-“ he muttered when she moved, he knew the look as he’d seen it from harry many times. “it was- i’m sure that buildings been sold now anyway so even if i tried, we couldn’t get in.”
