Here’s my Fatlock scenario inspired by this photo:
John adores and admires and loves to feed chubby Sherlock. But chubby Sherlock is still the same annoying git who will stick out his hand and demand John fetch his phone even when it is within reach.
Today, Sherlock starts texting John at half eleven.
I thought you despised fast food?
Cravings are not logical, John. SH Please. SH
At work. Fridge is fully stocked.
Not what I’m craving. Need McDonald’s. SH
No one needs McD’s. Call for takeout.
I can practically taste it. SH.
Sherlock continued to badger by text until 3:30, when John finally caved.
Fine. What do you want from McDonald’s?
You know what I like. Surprise me. SH.
Your damned craving. What do you want?
I want to be surprised. Anything fom McD will be perfect. SH
By now, John is very annoyed, verging on fully pissed off. Fine, he thinks. He loads up on all of Sherlock’s favourites. But just to make a point, he leaves all the good stuff in Mrs Hudson’s flat. He fills a McChicken box with veg and that’s all he takes upstairs to Sherlock.
After one look at the boxed veg, Sherlock looks heartbroken. “What on earth…”
John smirks. “You said anything, so long as it’s from McDonald’s.”
John is military stern. “I’m not your errand boy, Sherlock. Do you have any idea how disrupting your texts were to my work today? You are lucky the stuff in that box is eddible.”
Sherlock turns petulant. “I was flirting with you. You usually like that.”
“Flirting, sure. But not 63 texts demanding I leave early to fetch you a snack!”
Sherlock stares for a long moment before sighing in defeat. “Yes. I see our point.”
John raises a questioning eyebrow.
“I’m sorry,” Sherlock mumbles.
John breaks into a grin. “Good! Just a mo’ and I’ll bring up the good stuff.”
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