John frowned. He felt he had every right to be involved in a discussion that happened in his own flat and frankly, it was pretty clear to John where Sherlock had acquired his lack of manners.
Two could play this game.
"What discussion is that, exactly?" he asked, folding his arms across his chest.
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Date: 2012-02-19 08:18 pm (UTC)Two could play this game.
"What discussion is that, exactly?" he asked, folding his arms across his chest.