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Baaaaaby Benny, you are so ridiculous…
Working that flatcap.
“Okay, yeah, that’s completely not working,” John says with a slight wince.
“John, I am a master of disguise,” Sherlock says coolly. “I once passed myself off as a five foot two blonde pole-dancer with a dyspeptic mother and a next-door neighbor who grows competitive Brussels sprouts. I spent two weeks selecting and perfecting these garments.”
“Uh huh,” John says, “and England spent nine hundred years and a bloody Empire making sure your face would look ludicrous on top of them.”
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this wasn’t going to be bromantic but then it was
consultingbastard: could you draw John and Sherlock on a cross-country train trip?
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