I'm utterly bored. Care for a game? It'll be a blast. ;) I've hidden a bomb in one of the primary schools in the area. It is sound-sensitive, so the bell signaling the start of classes will set it off. Good luck finding it before then. -JM
Ah yes, simple. Short. To the point. Utterly boring. --- I wish I could say the same; it would make my life easier. I do admittedly find you occasionally fascinating, if only because someone so ordinary could catch the fancy of Sherlock Holmes. -JM
Mmm I can see it now. You, pushing me against a wall by the lapels of my fabulous suit, gun in hand, just praying, /praying/ for the police to arrive so you don't have to do it by yourself. Put a bullet in my brain? No, Johnny. I don't think you could do it. I don't. -JM
That’s quite some fantasy you have there. But, no, I am quite sure I could put that bullet in your brain. I would ask if you would like to put some money on it, but it’s difficult to collect the money of the dead. I suppose you could keep it in the pocket of that suit of yours, though. Up for it?
He may be back now, but there was no evidence to suggest otherwise after he took that fall. You let your cute, fluffy little feelings take over and create your own personal fairytale wherein he hadn't tragically died. Truthfully, now that you're sure he's back (concretely, objectively sure and none of that "I knew in my heart he was there" rubbish), aren't you the least bit angry that he lied to you? Also, I'll never stop making vaguely sexual advances. Just try to stop me ;) -JM
You listen here, you stay away from Sherlock. If I see you, I’ll put a bullet right back in that head of yours, where it belongs.
Hm? You didn't really believe that, did you? I'm hurt. You'd delude yourself into thinking Sherlock was still alive, but not me? But don't worry, I forgive you. You'll just have to find some way to /make it up to me/. -JM
I’m not deluding myself! He’s here with me! And your vaguely sexual advances are best kept to yourself, thanks.
Hullo, kitten- did you like the little (late, admittedly) Valentine's gift that I sent you boys? Don't fret- it wasn't my heart, and I daresay the previous owner won't be missing it much. Sebastian thought that setting the box on fire was a bit too literal, but I have always had a flare for theatrics. Hope your day is as lovely as his screams were. Ta! XOXO -JM
… You know, I quite distinctly remember you shooting your own brains out. If this is suppose to be some sick joke, it’s not funny.
We need milk. John. We need milk. Go to the store and get some, I'm busy watching this soap opera about two psychologically damaged brothers who take acid and hunt monsters across the US, with their meth addicted friend who thinks he's an angel.
… What? What do you mean we need milk? I just bought a gallon the other day!
… and stop watching crap telly all day. You’ve been in front of the TV for hours now. Why don’t you get some sun and you go buy some milk. I don’t have any money anyway.