Nov 28, 2015
From || @watsonandholmesrp
If there was one thing to set him off right then, it was the continued clatter and being “shooshed”. John raised his head up a hair and grabbed at the pillow beneath him, took aim, and then threw the pillow at the back of Sherlock’s head. His aim was perfect, and John dropped his head back to the couch cushion with a satisfied smirk. At this point, he didn’t care about the mess it would no doubt leave, John was used to cleaning up most of it anyways.
How was this any different?
“Don’t shoosh me or I swear I will throw the large couch cushions at you next,” he mumbled.