fobwatchedmydearwatson
"Your chair's in the way—"

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fobwatchedmydearwatson
"Your chair's in the way—"
[reputation] You're a fantastic Clara and a really great mun and just really A+ kjsbfkjbrjgtbnjknk
Baby no, I’m cry.
((One last thing before I log off: I have been informed some people have not been notified I replied to their RP threads. If that is the case PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE tell me. I don't mean to drop any threads at all! ...I love you. Don't eat me. >.< Also, if you tagged me in somthing I probably didn't see it. My tag is being stupid. Blasted tag. Allright. Bed for real this time. See ya in the mooorrrninngggg!))
|| fobwatched-mydearwatson ||
Drizzling was England's default weather condition, so it was something that Pepper was as used to as oxygen. Something she wasn't used to (unfortunately) was visiting her cousin John at his flat on Baker Street. She'd been by a couple of times but there was quite the age gap between them, and the detective he lived with wasn't exactly fond of her. She wasn't his biggest fan either. Not that it could be helped.
Mrs. Hudson let her in and she waited downstairs for John. If she went upstairs, there was the dreaded seeing Sherlock before her cousin. Not exactly something she wanted to do. He'd been gone for years, but she had the feeling he wouldn't have changed very much in that time. Sherlock Holmes wasn't the sort of person to change in three years. As much as she'd wanted to like him when they first met, his cold exterior had quickly made her feel alienated and unwelcome.
The girl rubbed at her nose with the back of her wrist, trying to take the cold nip away from it. The friction between skin and sleeve helped and she dropped her arm when she heard footsteps on the stairs.
+2 (Almost) Familiar Faces.
"Aft'noon, sir. M' Dad's out for a bit, but maybe I could help ya' in his place?"
THANK YOU FOR SAYING THAT OH MY GOD (I get told all the time that I can't be writing some things because of my age [and I don't mean like smut because that's a law and it's different] and it legitimately pisses me off so much and I just— thank you for saying that your age does not completely define you.)
nO PROBLEM BABY! LIKE AGE SHAMING IS JUST ALWAYS LOOKED OVER AND PEOPLE NEED TO NOT.
fobwatched-mydearwatson replied to your post: okay, now i’ve been tagged in two more things, but...
// Well, some of that was probably me on that account I made earlier, secondtechnicianrimmer
MWAHA! ONE DOWN! THANK YOU. <3 Defs gonna reply to that~! \(*u*/) EvenifIhaveneverwatchedRedDwarf. Whoops. ;v;'''
//Notice me, damnit
PUT “NOTICE ME DAMN IT" IN MY ASK IF I AM YOUR SENPAI
Haaaaaahahahahaha oh shut up jawn. Everyone knows you're really jawn. Now go and make me some goddamn tea, or whatever you brits do, and I'll just be here waiting.