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"BoredboredboredboredBORED" Sherlock announced - for the 32nd time that morning - from where he lay sprawled across the sofa, glaring at John with cold clue eyes.
John sighed, and glanced nervously at the yellow smiley face spray painted on the wall, complete with bullet holes. They hadn't had a case since the beginning of the week, and Sherlock was beginning to get reckless. And annoying. The only reason John was still there was because the need to escape from his overbearing presence was outweighed by the fear of what he might return to if he took his watchful eye of sherlock for just 10 minutes.
Probably a whole community of bright smiling faces, and a bullet riddled wall.
"Here." He said, passing over the day's newspaper, which had been lying on floor by his feet. "Do the crosswords."
Sherlock gave him an imperious look.
"I've already done those."
Strange, he could have sworn he hadn't seen Sherlock move from his current position since at least yesterday morning.