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[dissemble]

[ DING dong ]

[combatdoc]

[holy shit there are hungover people in this house trying to quietly die, do you mind?]

[logicals]

[ sherlock has slept through worse does he look like he's moving for anyone??? because: no ]

[combatdoc]

[this is your fault. you get up.]

[logicals]

_{[ excUSE ME???? no. this is your fault ]}

[dissemble]

[ DINGA-DINGA-DINGA-DING-dong]

[combatdoc]

[Bitch I will cut you.]

[logicals]

[ ok, the doorbell's getting obnoxious. there's an intense hangover waiting on the other side of this sleep, and Sherlock is pretty adamant in avoiding that, so, uh.

sorry, John, you're getting kicked out of this bed.

pretty forcibly. not violently... just insistently.

literally kicked. feet against your bare back, it's time to wake up and face the shitty music screaming up from downstairs. ]

[combatdoc]

[you fucking traitor, see if he ever touches your dick again.]

[logicals]

[ well that's just a harsh overreaction tbh ]

[dissemble]

[ to the tune of Mozart's fifth-

DING DING DING dong DING DING DING dong]

[combatdoc]

Jesus Christ, it's fucking—[He peers at his watch. 10:30 am. Oh.

God dammit, fine.. Where the hell are his pants?]

[dissemble]

[the bell is now ringing to the tune of La Marseillaise-

along with knocking to set the beat]

[combatdoc]

[You know what? Screw the pants. Whoever this is deserves to get an eyeful of John's morning glory, okay?

And possibly a punch to the nose. It's been that kind of weekend.]

Could you NOT.

[Flinging open the door.]

[logicals]

[ omfg john be quiet some people are sleeping???? so insensitive ]

[combatdoc]

[u shut up or he's going to smash this package in your face.

not that way.]

[dissemble]

[there's what looks like a teenage girl standing on the porch, little horns and wings revealing she's a demon. She has a box in her arms (how was she ringing the bell if her hands are full-??) and a uniform showing she's with the local LH courier company.

She not so subtly takes in all of John and turns a little pink.]

There's a- um. A package for you.

[dadstrade]

[ isn't even home. since when did the house even have a doorbell? ]

[dissemble]

[you're welcome for that ;)]

[dadstrade]

[ yeah, thanks. only you would use it, anyway. ]

[dissemble]

[He'll start couriering things to you, just so it gets used.]

[dadstrade]

[ that's... great. really. he signed up for this when he kissed Gabriel, didn't he? ]

[dissemble]

[no, this is for being friends with Sherlock and John.

You'll know when it's about Gabriel]

[dadstrade]

[ oh.

fantastic. ]

[logicals]

[ sweats nervously ]