GUYS GUYS GUYS GUYS
So a million years ago, nightowl81 gave me a sherlock fic prompt which i have not written, and in exchange i asked her if she might illustrate this little fail of a paragraph that i have written with no real thoughts of how i would/could continue it:
"Wait," says John, "Can you actually look at my face when I'm wearing this?"
"Of course," the masked man sniffs through his rather striking nose (the mask perched on it doesn't really do much to obscure his identity, but John is hardly one to talk). "It's not radioactive."
"Bugger it." John frowns at the Wooly Jumper logo on his chest. "Now I'll have to be your sidekick."
"Don't worry," says the Masked Deducer, something like a smile on the visible part of his face, "Your secret identity is safe with me."
SEE? IT IS A FAIL.
BUT SHE WENT AND DREW ME THIS, THIS RIGHT HERE, WHICH COULDN'T BE LESS FAIL IF IT TRIED.
JOHN'S SWEATERRRRR *FALLS OVER*
Oh my god, you guys. Run and tell her how gorgeous it is. *______*
*flails*