tread is heavy . always his responsibility to get the groceries , always , sherlock could never bloody be bothered . stopping off at tesco on his way home from work was tedious , considering how exhausted he became after a full day at the clinic , but otherwise , they’d both be starving . it was for the greater good , john supposed . finally reaching the flat & ducking through to the kitchen , angry shout soon ensuing as refrigerator is opened . christ . was that an arm on the top shelf ? a human arm ? where was there even room to put away the refrigerated items ? setting overflowing bags on kitchen table with audible clunk , quickly turning & marching out to the sitting room . ❝ sherlock ! you’ve done it again , you prick , we’ve talked about this ! can’t even put the milk away because of that bloody arm in the way ! move it somewhere else . ❞
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