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//literally the only time I could think of using this gif for a legitimate reason.
John was walking Gladstone, his and Sherlock’s new dog, around the park late. He and the dog had both wanted to escape from the man’s current experiment that even had the dog whining and moving to the furthest spot in the flat. He raise an eyebrow as he came across a young woman, looking around. “Hey, um, it’s not too safe to be out here in the park alone at this hour. You should be getting home..”
Digging into her bag, the goth took out a couple of very shiny coins.
"These usually get me anywhere needed. Hostils are usually cheaper then a hotel, but I think I have enough here for a few nights. "
Getting up, the girl streched her arms to get the blood flowing again.
"Alright then… You might have to get those changed out, that’s not our currency." To be honest, John wasn’t sure who’s currency it was. But instead he nudges Gladstone, who had laid at his feet, and started walking, hoping she would follow.
"It’s unfortunate that your flat burnt down. Electrical fire?"
John looked up from his laptop, tea in hand as he heard someone banging on the door. His husband was out gallivanting around London again, having left him behind to type up their latest case. “Coming.” He called, setting his cup down before padding over to the door, he checked the peephole, and seeing Emilia opened the door. “Emilia? What is it. Your Uncle’s gone out I’m afraid.”
"Not like…a lot," she replied, fidgeting. "About…seven years…it’s not a big deal…" She breathed slowly, looking down at her stomach.
"Obviously by the way you’re acting you think it is. And your father bloody well does." John sighed rubbing his face as he looked about. "You need to go home. Your father wants you, and will be sending a car to get you. And if you’re not home… Well several things could happen to me apparently."
She laughed. “I’m not eve going to try to guess how your life has gotten crazy since getting married.”
"You would be hard put to guess. Just as I would be hard put to guess on yours with the aliens." John chuckled, taking up his coffee again and sipping at it, almost done with the beverage, but enjoying the conversation.
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Greg grinned at the doctor. ‘Alright John?’
He went with John to the car and settled in behind the wheel. ‘Been awhile, hasn’t it? Thanks for coming out with me, I’ve been needing a friendly face and chat.’
"Alright." John chuckled. Following Greg out to his car and sliding into the passenger seat. He got settled quickly before the other man pulled out, talking as he drove them to the pub. "It has been, and it’s my pleasure to come along." John hummed, leaning back into the seat as he laced his hands together. "How are things at the yard? I know things can get to be a handful at the flat, I can only imagine what it’s like there."