Everything has a limit
Who: Watson bakerst_doctor and Holmes yes_mother_hen with possible appearances by John holmes_blogger and Sherlock whatsolarsystem
What: The time of reckoning has come. Watson is cleaning the abyss that is Holmes' room.
When: ...Nowish?
Where: Room 7-11
Warnings: Victorian bromance? Cleaning with extreme prejudice? Holmesian dopplergangars?
There really was only so much a man could take before reaching his breaking point. Watson had tried to be patient with Holmes, they had been separated for a long enough period of time that he had loosened his usual standards for dealing with his friend.
He hadn't even lectured him after the first time time Holmes tested a new anesthesia on Gladstone, and had only admonished him the second and third times.
Except now Watson couldn't find his waistcoat, the one he'd worn when he had arrived on the Thor, and one of the few pieces of clothing that was actually from London rather than a store run by a strange alien being. He was rather fond of it for those attachments to home. It didn't take formidable powers of deduction to figure that Holmes had taken it.
Knocking at Holmes' door before opened it he looked inside. “Holmes, where is my waistcoat?”
What: The time of reckoning has come. Watson is cleaning the abyss that is Holmes' room.
When: ...Nowish?
Where: Room 7-11
Warnings: Victorian bromance? Cleaning with extreme prejudice? Holmesian dopplergangars?
There really was only so much a man could take before reaching his breaking point. Watson had tried to be patient with Holmes, they had been separated for a long enough period of time that he had loosened his usual standards for dealing with his friend.
He hadn't even lectured him after the first time time Holmes tested a new anesthesia on Gladstone, and had only admonished him the second and third times.
Except now Watson couldn't find his waistcoat, the one he'd worn when he had arrived on the Thor, and one of the few pieces of clothing that was actually from London rather than a store run by a strange alien being. He was rather fond of it for those attachments to home. It didn't take formidable powers of deduction to figure that Holmes had taken it.
Knocking at Holmes' door before opened it he looked inside. “Holmes, where is my waistcoat?”