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[Teens Mycroft and Greg in a pub with pre-teens John and Sherlock] One more kiss, which lasted long enough for Sherlock and John to place their lunch order and return to decorate the older boys’ hair with plastic monkeys the bartender had dredged up from the 1970s. “Thank you, John.  I assume this is your gentle method of urging me back to work.”       “No, you just look good with monkeys in your hair.”       “Well, let them instead ride in my pocket as I return to my toil.  My dear, I shall see you later?” Sherlock choked and fell to the ground seeing Lestrade’s lecherous look, prompting John to begin ringing his body with monkeys in lieu of police chalk.

The Ages of Man, Eventhorizon

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Hah! I love it when you dance around the truth like kids around a maypole.

Eventhorizon

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‘A swarm of locusts is a more welcome plague than you.’ ‘Look at you going all biblical on me.  Right between the eyes with a fistful of Exodus.’

Mycroft and Sam, Lets You Know You’re Alive, Eventhorizon

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Now is the Christmas of my discontent made horrible by… everyone.

Eventhorizon

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‘Thanks, Mycroft.  You’re a real mate.’ In the sense that Mycroft wanted to rut him like an unhinged Alpha wolf, Lestrade was quite correct.

Eventhorizon

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Demanding!  I thought my daddy days were long behind me.  I bet you’ll whip your head around to avoid the spoon, too, when I try and feed you.”       “Against the superstitions of the masses, I will happily bite the hand that feeds me.

Sam and Mycroft, Eventhorizon

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Sherlock is a social hand grenade...

Eventhorizon

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...since we’re square now.  Which we are, right?  Or at least squarish. Vaguely rectangular is enough for me right now, actually.”   “Vaguely rectangular might be pushing it, but I can agree to oblong.”       “Oblong works… I can live with oblong.  Thank you, John.  It means a lot to me.”       “You’re still not getting this bottle back.”       “Fuck you and the bicycle you rode in on.”       “How in the world do you fuck a bicycle?”       “Got some paper?  I’ll draw it for you.”       “I think I’m revoking my oblong offer.”       “Too late.  And I’m going to throw in some rollerskate porn while I’m at it.”       “I need another drink.”      “No way, you’ll need at least four for this.

Sam and John, Eventhorizon