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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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[acuriousincident]

[ John's unimpressed by his meager attempt at charcoal art and Sherlock really can't blame him. He crumbles the paper up and throws it in a nearby bin before looking back at the other man. Sherlock's no longer smiling but there's a warmth in his eyes, something that lingers as John tells him he couldn't hope to perpetuate his face - and isn't it funny, how right he is? Sherlock's seen him in his mind many, many times over the past years and there's something about John's voice, in particular, that's so very distinctive and relatively easily duplicated. But his face. His expressions. The plasticity of it and the range of emotions...

No, Sherlock really couldn't. Not for the life of him. ]

Starving.

[ He is, actually. He hasn't eaten anything since they got off the plane and with John right there, as usual, the two of them striking up a fast but easy pace towards the stalls further down the street, he's feeling it quite keenly. The need. Generally speaking, broadly speaking, the works. He straightens his back, sniffs the air and feels alive. ]