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“Well aren’t you the confident fellow.” His own lips quirk into a warm smile. Then, quite suddenly, a through occurred. John cocked his head to the side, appraising Sherlock before he posed his question. “How do you think you’d fair against me at a shooting range?” The blogger may or may not be a tad smug about his question. They both knew that John was an excellent shot.
“Always,” His shoulders roll in a lazy shrug, before John poses his next question. Sherlock allows himself a moment to mull that over, his finger sweeping thoughtfully back and forth across his upper lip, before he lets his hand fall away and cocks a brow. “I’d give you a run for your money, at the very least. Your cockiness would likely get the better of you.”










