British, Tall, Confusing

You: Impossibly tall and wearing an objectively ridiculous hat. You stared insultingly at a passerby, muttered "Elementary" then yelled something insulting about my intellect, and vanished into the fog.

Me: Sturdy, exasperated, left holding my service revolver and paying the cabbie. Again.

I know we actually live together at 221B, but since you’ve become entirely obsessed with that Moriarty fellow, you keep ghosting me mid-investigation.

Please come home. Mrs. Hudson is furious about the new bullet holes in the plaster, I have absolutely no idea what to feed your jar of leeches, and you took my favorite scarf.

I’ll be at the pub.

5/ 5customer reviews