#gridou

[davidgilson]

Coucou Krati!.. 🐱 Coucou Gridou!! 🐶

[davidgilson]

Quand on s’imagine être avec ses amis alors qu’on est en quarantaine mais qu’on pense à eux quand même... 😉💖🐱🐶

[davidgilson]

On doit rester chez soi, mais on peut heureusement prendre des nouvelles de ceux qu’on aime, surtout ceux qui sont seuls... 📞📱💓

[omeglelock-blog]

But was it Sherlock's fault?

You: Oi, Mycroft! -GL

Stranger: Yes? -MH

You: Drag your ass here, will you? -GL

Stranger: Well, I'm in the middle of a very important meeting right now... -MH

You: And I'm bored. So bored, Mycroft. I start to understand how your little brother feels. It sucks being bored. -GL

Stranger: At least you're not as annoying as he is when he's bored... such a child sometimes. -MH

You: Hahaha. Nope, not annoying. Can't seem to stop laughing, however. When can you be there? I need help building that tower with my pens, it keeps falling down. -GL

Stranger: ... are you alright? -MH

You: Yup. Totally. Anderson's looking at me in a funny way, but it's Anderson. That bloke worships dinosaurs. Can you believe that? -GL

Stranger: That's... strange. My meeting ends soon. Where should we meet up then? -MH

You: I'm at the Yard, they don't want me to leave. Dunno why. Maybe you can help, with your genius mind or whatever. We could prepare an escape plan. Bring your pretty assistant, she can be the distraction. -GL

Stranger: I suppose... well, I'll be there soon. Just listen to them and stay put. -MH

You: Loooooovely. But they should be the ones listening to me, shouldn't they? Since I'm the boss and all? Can you believe that, Mycroft? I'm the boss! I can do whatever I want. -GL

Stranger: Obviously, there's something wrong with you and they are only trying to help their boss. Stay. Put. -MH

You: Nothing wrong with me. Haven't felt that good in a long time. They're just all jealous. And anyway, I can't leave my office, I think they looked it. With ne inside. Sneaky bastards. -GL

You: *me

You: *locked (wow... what's wrong with me...)

Stranger: Mycroft knew there was something different with Greg. He decided it would be best to stop by after his meeting half an hour later to see what was going on and, hopefully, to clear it up.

You: Greg was sitting in his chair, spinning endlessly on the spot, definitely enjoying the blurry vision it created. He had dropped his mobile phone somewhere (not quite sure where exactly), had pushed all the pens of his desk in a moment of frustration (why couldn't they just stand?) and was now considering his daring escape plan, that involved taking the dying plant out of its pot and hiding behind it. With his mind fully occupied, he didn't notice the commotion outside, announcing the arrival of some kind of important sod.

Stranger: Mycroft pushed his way through the crowd of people, repeating to them that he was part of the British government. he managed to make his way to the door, unlocking it and casually strolling it, quickly shutting it afterwards. He turned to Greg, crossing his arms in a way he would if he was chastising Sherlock, "What's going on?"

You: Seeing the door opening, Greg lifted his head. 5 seconds after, he was hugging a confused Mycroft, after having shouted a high-pitched "Mycroooooooft" when the man had entered the office. Breaking the embrace after what felt 10 agonizing minutes, he left his hands on the other man's shoulder, to whom he shot a goofy grin. "It's great you're here. Now we can escape. After you help me build the tower."

Stranger: Mycroft stared at the man who had hugged him, his mouth gaped open slightly as he searched for the right words. He stuttered, "Uh, Greg... you're obviously not okay. It's no wonder why your own team locked you in here. What the hell is wrong with you?" he looked Greg over, trying to figure out what could be wrong, "You /are/ high, aren't you?" he spoke in a disappointed tone.

You: Greg looked at him, pityingly "Well of course we're high, Mycroft. We're in a building. Fourth floor and all." He went back to sit on his chair, spinning for good measure. "And I told you, I'm perfectly alright." Giggling a bit, he extended his arms. "Look, I'm at the top of the world, I can do everything I want. Even Sherlock said it." As if this was settling the point, he leaned back in the chair, arms folded, seemingly very pleased with himself

((I'm quite sad we were disconnected, I was having far too much fun playing drunk/high Lestrade))

[omeglelock-blog]

Wonderful stranger, where are you?

Alright, so we were having this magnificient conversation, and everything was going well, until Omegle decided to crap up on me. (Baaaad Omegle, baaad). So that's me, trying to find other stranger so we can continue that lovely thing.  (Lestrade here ;) )