@deductionisms !
“Sherlock!” His cry was sharp, alarmed - had it been anyone else, any other flat, maybe it might’ve been an overreaction, that maybe his flatmate had just left an empty milk carton in the fridge, and been an all-around thoughtless prat.
Eyeballs was another matter entirely. “Sherlock, you can’t keep eyes in the refrigerator - some of us actually store our food in there!” It was not unlike most of his other complaints.Things people didn’t normally do, things that weren’t done.... suddenly were. Often without his approval, or even his knowledge.
“You know I’m just going to throw them out, don’t you?” It was an empty threat, since he’d already grabbed the milk and shut the door so they weren’t staring at him so accusingly anymore.
