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[consulting_freak]

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[acclimatize]

Bollocks.

[ He calls after his husband, indeed following behind shortly after. ]

You will eat in front of me because I know how you are.

[ If someone isn't there to make sure you eat, you won't. ]

[consulting_freak]

Fine. If they're still good, we can eat some together.

[Sherlock rolls his eyes enough to tilt his head back while he does it. He'd picked at one of them, but he decided that he didn't want to eat any more because of what they represented. If John's here, then they don't have the same meaning.]

I'll start the tea and check the scones. Happy?

[acclimatize]

With utter delirium.

[ His tone is sarcastic but he does take pleasure in winning the argument and knowing Sherlock will eat something. ]

[consulting_freak]

[Sherlock leads the way back upstairs. He's got an injured ankle, but he's not the type to let that slow him down at all. Stairs included.]

I've just been taking her out on the balcony.

[Yes, that means the balcony is in a disgusting state.]

[acclimatize]

[ John pauses on one of the steps before continuing, staying behind Sherlock mostly in case he falls back. He can understand why Sherlock would do that, his ankle being in the state it is.

But that's going to be nasty to clean up. He can only hope the poo is dried out by now. ]

Davy still using the bin?

[consulting_freak]

As long as I clean it out regularly, he does.

[Sherlock pauses to look over his shoulder for a moment.]

Your turn to clean it.

[Then he goes back to ascending the stairs. He's tired of cleaning up animal waste two times per day or finding it sitting on the carpet instead of where it should be.]

[acclimatize]

[ John rolls his eyes again before following, ]

On latrine duty, again. Lovely.

[ Once Sherlock's ankle heals up, he'll be making him do it. ]

[consulting_freak]

[Sherlock opens the stairwell door and holds it for John once they get to their floor.]

But you're good at it.

[Because John's not getting angry or refusing to do it, he's tempted to ask him to do the dishes and the laundry and all of the other boring, mundane tasks that come with not having Mrs. Hudson around.]

[acclimatize]

Just get your arse into bed after you make the tea.

[ He grumbles it as he takes the door and gestures for Sherlock to keep going. He'll do all the mundane things that need doing because Sherlock needs to stay off the ankle. ]

[consulting_freak]

Not even home yet and you're already trying to get me into bed.

[Sherlock smirks a little, letting John lead the way to their front door.]

Not that I really mind. I'd love to go to bed with you, but I thought you wanted to have scones first...

[acclimatize]

[ John barely stops himself from sputtering. His cheeks going flushed, however, is something he can't stop. ]

We can bring the scones to the bed. Try being a little unpredictable, Sherlock.

[ Cheeky little shit. Two can play that game. ]

[consulting_freak]

[Sherlock's grin goes a bit tight at that. Of all the things John's implying, why did it have to be predictable? He steps ahead to unlock the door, then he squeezes his way in. Agatha jumps up at his feet before she notices John and goes to him instead.

Without saying anything else, he goes to start the kettle like he's said he'd do.]

[acclimatize]

[ It had been a joke. Honestly.

And John knows Sherlock enough to read his movements being akin to throwing a mini tantrum. He smiles at Agatha and tosses the rope over into a corner before kneeling down to rub at her ears. ]

Are you really going to pout over a joke?

[consulting_freak]

I'm not pouting.

[Which is clearly a lie.

Sherlock sighs and pours the water out of the kettle before filling it up again with water from the plumbing. He'd been drinking it for the last three days, so he assumes it's safe enough for consumption. Especially if it's been boiled first.]

[acclimatize]

Yes, you are.

[ He stands back up and gets the leash, trying not to step on Agatha jumping all over his legs in the process. ]

It was a joke, Sherlock.

[consulting_freak]

Jokes like that stem from the truth.

[Sherlock shakes his head and starts to get the cups and tea ready, too. The only reason it's bothering him is because in his mind, predictable means boring and boring is the worst thing a person could be.]

And I'm fine. I'm not pouting.

[acclimatize]

No, it doesn't, you gigantic child.

[ He gets Agatha on her leash and leads her toward the door and leaves without further comment. He's hoping his husband will get over himself by the time he gets back. ]

[consulting_freak]

[Sherlock glances at John's back while he's leaving, then he carries on with what he's doing. By the time John gets back, the tea will be made and the scones left out on the counter top. And he'll be in the bed with his tea sitting on the bedside table and his phone in hand.]

[acclimatize]

[ John lets Agatha go where she chooses once back and heads for Davy's bin next. He doesn't say anything to Sherlock, just keeps himself busy with the task before taking a shower and getting all the dirt from the graveyard off of him.

He takes his time, needing a few minutes to himself before finally exiting.

He doesn't say anything as he enters the bedroom and puts on a pair of pajama bottoms. Too late he realizes they are Sherlock's and just decides to keep them on, rolling them up to above his ankles.

He'll leave the bedroom again before coming back with the scones and his own cup of tea. He will put the scones on the bed beside Sherlock.

John still expects him to eat one in front of him. ]

[consulting_freak]

[Sherlock looks up as soon as John gets back in, but it doesn't seem like John's noticed him. Feeling a bit ignored doesn't do anything to help his mood, so he just keeps poking around on his phone. He doesn't really have much to do on his phone because there's no internet, so he just types out a few things in the notes section.

He looks up again when John comes out of the shower and he still doesn't get any notice. By the time John comes in with the plate of scones, he just gives him a look.]

I'll eat one in the morning.

[acclimatize]

[ John shakes his head, ]

We agreed now, tonight.

You're going back on your word now?

[consulting_freak]

I'm not hungry right now.

[Sherlock leans his head back and sighs. It might be childish for him to refuse to eat, but it's not the first time he's done it and it probably won't be the last.]

I'd rather just sleep before my foot starts hurting more.

[acclimatize]

Sherlock, I swear to God I will shove it down your fucking throat.

[ He is in no mood for this. He already feels awful and angry and used. He doesn't have the patience to deal with his husband's childish antics. ]

[consulting_freak]

I drank the tea. I got in bed like you asked.

[Sherlock frowns at John. He's not thinking about how John feels right now since he's a bit too focused on how he feels.]

I don't want the scones.

[acclimatize]

You said you would eat one.

I took Agatha out, I cleaned Davy's shite, and you aren't holding up the rest of the agreement.