Mycroft-the-real-one

„Jawn!“ John flipped the page of his book. “Jaaawn! Bored!” He ignored his flat mate’s whining, although he was only able to pretend he was actually reading because the detective was annoying the hell out of him since at least half an hour. “Jooohn!” “Christ’s sake! Sherlock! ”he snapped, finally looking up. “What’s up? You’re nerving me every time when I want to read my new book! It’s very important for me.” John shouted at Sherlock. “This shit?” Sherlock linsed at the book cover. “How to find a nice woman!” He readed out lout a