+15 have entered the flat
"Sherlock sat in the armchair, plucking idly at the strings of his violin, his eyes set on the door. Why must life in 221B insist on being so /boring/? It had been days since he’d had a case, and he was growing dangeously bor —… His eyes came to rest on the newcomer, taking mere seconds to scan and analyse them.
“What can I do for you?”








