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Send a symbol and my muse will show up in your's house at 3AM...
☤ - with a large, bleeding wound
The Detective stumbled up to the door off of Bow Street. His eyes looked saddened as his coat covered the excuse he looked so pale. He allowed his arm to reach up before his fingers took hold of the door knocker; he tapped it several times before groaning a little. He pulled back his coat to look down at the wound that was slowly covering his white shirt in a dark crimson red.
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Will was just leaving his classroom, eyes aching from lack of sleep, when he nearly collided with someone turning a corner. He backed out of the way just quickly enough to avoid a collision, and immediately apologized. "Sorry, I uh," he began, "I should have looked. Did you need help with something?"
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A new day, a new dead body. That basically seemed to be the motto lately. Even though John didn't mind the cases that much, he did mind walking around at a crime scene at bloody 6 AM. Of course, solving a case had always been important, a priority, in fact, but he didn't understand why Sherlock had dragged him along just to ignore his input the entire morning. With a sigh, he walked away from the crowd and only paused when he noticed a woman observe the crime scene he had just left. He figured it wouldn't hurt to explain what was going on since she seemed to be nothing more than an innocent by passer.
"Hello, I'm John Watson. I'd suggest you not to get too close, because the police are currently investigating a case." he spoke while he approached the woman, gesturing to another police car that was heading toward the rest of the cops. "I didn't think it'd turn out to be this important, though. Um, I mean... Of course it's important, it's most likely the work of a serial killer but..." he cut off his sentence, thinking he had definitely spend way too much time with Sherlock for thinking a murder was actually not that surprising anymore. "Anyway, are you alright?"
*kisses lips* Pass this on to the next five people on your dash. (sorry not sorry)
Well then, sweetheart.. You could have just asked...
