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[docwithablog]

the first | action
the second | random scenario
the third | action
the fourth | texting
the fifth | action
the sixth | action
the seventh | shipping picture prompt
the eighth | action
the ninth | texting
the tenth | texting
the eleventh | action
the twelfth | texting
the thirteenth | action
the fourteenth | texting
the fifteenth | action
the sixteenth | action
the seventeenth | action (unfinished)

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[docwithablog]

Come on, don't be obstinate.

[ There's a slight laugh to punctuate that particular comment.

With very keen interest, he watches the potato bite make its way, rather sneakily, from his plate to Sherlock's mouth, because if this means Sherlock will actually stuff his face with something, he'll be happy. Very happy, very -- yes. Considering how thin the man has become, honestly every little bit(e) counts, doesn't it?

He cuts out another piece of fish and lifts it to his lips, chewing slowly, because he might have missed a bone somewhere, he knows the signs and -- right, there, ugh. Making a face, he manages to separate it from the rest, the flesh, with his tongue and push it into the forefront of his mouth, picking up his napkin and spitting it out ever so gracefully, except not really.

Another telling pull of his face and he fixes his eyes on Sherlock, the napkin finding a rest on the tabletop again. ]

Eventually you're going to grow so damn tired of that mess on your head that you end up cutting it yourself and although you're fantastic, Sherlock -- [ Going for the potatoes and the carrots this time, he catches a couple of them with his fork, letting it hover in the air for a moment while he meets the other man's eyes with a very quirked, very raised eyebrow. ] -- I'd like to see you try doing that to anyone's satisfaction.

[acuriousincident]

[ He steals another bite of potato, looking at John all the while, one eyebrow raised slightly in challenge. Not concerning the food, obviously - John attempting to stop him from eating would, presumably, cause the world to cease spinning on its axis.

Though he's trying not to show it too obviously, John calling him fantastic makes him feel warm all over. It makes the aches in his back feel unimportant, alongside all the other small imperfections. He flexes his fingers, the joints clicking in response. ]

Don't be absurd. [ Munch, munch. This time, he actually does taste the small piece of potato; a nice blend of salt, pepper and melted butter. For the first time in two years, he misses fish and chips. Tomorrow, perhaps, he'll treat himself. ] In certain parts of the world, you know, it's a sign of strength and vitality. Useful knowledge, incidentally, for case work.

[ He settles in, stealing from John's plate with habitual regularity as he talks him through the strange case of Jonathan Alvi and the one, long hair strand on the crime scene that eventually gave him away. ]