18th June

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Sherlock raised an eyebrow. “John, quite often you are wrong. This is one of those instances. I am not hiding anything from you.” He stood and moved closer to John, looking him over, “You, however, are acting oddly. Why does it bother you so much when I use your computer? You allow me to use a plethora of your other items, your electronic razor for one. That, to me, would seem far more personal. Are you afraid that I will find something on there that you don’t wish me to see?”

That seemed likely. Very likely, actually. It would explain everything, John’s anger at him using the computer, his willingness to lend it if Sherlock asked… 

“Hmm. I wonder what it could be…?” This was starting to sound like a puzzle. And how Sherlock loved his puzzles. “You might as well tell me.” He said, “You know I’ll find it anyway.”

John sighed at Sherlock’s constant need for ‘deductions’. “Sherlock, not everything is a puzzle,” he explained, voice more calm than he’d expected it to be. “Perhaps I just don’t want you snooping around and using my things willy nilly.”

Clutching slightly more strongly on the laptop in his hands, he cleared his throat as he met the other man’s eyes, rather closer than he’d expected him to be. “If you’d respect my boundaries and actually ask me before using my things, I might not be as cross with you.”

At that point he had to look away, unable to match the other man’s rather intense eyes on his. Sherlock’s eyes always had that intensifying ability. It was impossible to match his stare for too long.

Sherlock simply raised an eyebrow. “You tend to object to me waking you at all hours.” He said, “Especially if I don’t need to. However, the next time I want to use your computer at three in the morning when you have an early shift, I’ll ensure that I ask you.” 

It was probably an odd way to point out the inefficiency of John’s request, but it was perhaps the best way to get his point across. 

Rolling his eyes, he shoved the other man’s chest gently. “What’s wrong with your laptop, then?” he asked, an eyebrow also raised in challenge. It was rarely a good idea to challenge Sherlock Holmes, but the man’s logic was clearly at least somewhat flawed.

“It seems you’ve got a perfectly functional, and possibly even better working laptop than my own, and yet you insist on borrowing my things simply because they’re mine. Honestly, Sherlock, that’s very childish.”

“Your laptop is usually closer.” Sherlock said, “and mine is too new. I dislike the new operating system. And while I dislike using Mac OS, it is far preferable to Windows 8.” he watched John closely, “It’s a tool. I don’t see you complaining when I use your pen…. And if you’d just label your porn as ‘porn’ I would likely ignore it…”

"I don’t have that much porn on my computer, Sherlock,” he sighed, knowing that it would be foolish to deny that he had any. What a grown man does with his own computer is his own business. Not the business of a snoopy best friend and flatmate. “You do know you can change your operating system to take Windows 8 off, right?”

11th June

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Sherlock raised an eyebrow. “John, quite often you are wrong. This is one of those instances. I am not hiding anything from you.” He stood and moved closer to John, looking him over, “You, however, are acting oddly. Why does it bother you so much when I use your computer? You allow me to use a plethora of your other items, your electronic razor for one. That, to me, would seem far more personal. Are you afraid that I will find something on there that you don’t wish me to see?”

That seemed likely. Very likely, actually. It would explain everything, John’s anger at him using the computer, his willingness to lend it if Sherlock asked… 

“Hmm. I wonder what it could be…?” This was starting to sound like a puzzle. And how Sherlock loved his puzzles. “You might as well tell me.” He said, “You know I’ll find it anyway.”

John sighed at Sherlock’s constant need for ‘deductions’. “Sherlock, not everything is a puzzle,” he explained, voice more calm than he’d expected it to be. “Perhaps I just don’t want you snooping around and using my things willy nilly.”

Clutching slightly more strongly on the laptop in his hands, he cleared his throat as he met the other man’s eyes, rather closer than he’d expected him to be. “If you’d respect my boundaries and actually ask me before using my things, I might not be as cross with you.”

At that point he had to look away, unable to match the other man’s rather intense eyes on his. Sherlock’s eyes always had that intensifying ability. It was impossible to match his stare for too long.

Sherlock simply raised an eyebrow. “You tend to object to me waking you at all hours.” He said, “Especially if I don’t need to. However, the next time I want to use your computer at three in the morning when you have an early shift, I’ll ensure that I ask you.” 

It was probably an odd way to point out the inefficiency of John’s request, but it was perhaps the best way to get his point across. 

Rolling his eyes, he shoved the other man’s chest gently. “What’s wrong with your laptop, then?” he asked, an eyebrow also raised in challenge. It was rarely a good idea to challenge Sherlock Holmes, but the man’s logic was clearly at least somewhat flawed.

"It seems you’ve got a perfectly functional, and possibly even better working laptop than my own, and yet you insist on borrowing my things simply because they’re mine. Honestly, Sherlock, that’s very childish."

11th June

//my tumblr is being really wonky right now. probably due to shitty hotel wifi. oh well. I’ll do my best to reply as soon as I can, Stella. let me know if anyone else wants to start a thread!

9th June

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Sherlock raised an eyebrow. “John, quite often you are wrong. This is one of those instances. I am not hiding anything from you.” He stood and moved closer to John, looking him over, “You, however, are acting oddly. Why does it bother you so much when I use your computer? You allow me to use a plethora of your other items, your electronic razor for one. That, to me, would seem far more personal. Are you afraid that I will find something on there that you don’t wish me to see?”

That seemed likely. Very likely, actually. It would explain everything, John’s anger at him using the computer, his willingness to lend it if Sherlock asked… 

“Hmm. I wonder what it could be…?” This was starting to sound like a puzzle. And how Sherlock loved his puzzles. “You might as well tell me.” He said, “You know I’ll find it anyway.”

John sighed at Sherlock’s constant need for ‘deductions’. “Sherlock, not everything is a puzzle,” he explained, voice more calm than he’d expected it to be. “Perhaps I just don’t want you snooping around and using my things willy nilly.”

Clutching slightly more strongly on the laptop in his hands, he cleared his throat as he met the other man’s eyes, rather closer than he’d expected him to be. “If you’d respect my boundaries and actually ask me before using my things, I might not be as cross with you.”

At that point he had to look away, unable to match the other man’s rather intense eyes on his. Sherlock’s eyes always had that intensifying ability. It was impossible to match his stare for too long.

8th June

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“You don’t leave my experiments alone. You move them. You threw out my mold culture.” Sherlock huffed, closing the lid of the computer and looking at John. “You’re not upset about the actual computer use. What is it?” 

He scoffed a bit, snatching the computer from the other man’s lap. “My computer doesn’t cause our entire flat to reek and risk infecting us with something awful,” he shot back, glancing away from Sherlock. “And I am upset about the laptop use.”

Sherlock smirked, “Lying to me isn’t as simple as you seem to think.” He gave John his full attention, looking him over. The only problem with deduction is that the more familiar the subject, the harder the deductions are. 

“I can tell you’re lying. I could probably deduce the answer, but you dislike it when I do that. So you may as well tell me why you’re upset with me this time.” 

Eyeing the other man up and down with narrowed eyes, he felt like there was something that he wasn’t revealing. If there was one person John Watson had learned how to read, it was Sherlock Holmes.

"You’re telling me that I’m lying. I’m telling you that I think you’re projecting. What aren’t you telling me, then, hmm?” he asked, an almost triumphant smirk on his lips.

8th June
8th June

//gotta go to sleep early tonight. early morning and long day tomorrow. then I’ll be in California all next week. I’ll be on as much as I can.

8th June

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“You don’t leave my experiments alone. You move them. You threw out my mold culture.” Sherlock huffed, closing the lid of the computer and looking at John. “You’re not upset about the actual computer use. What is it?” 

He scoffed a bit, snatching the computer from the other man’s lap. “My computer doesn’t cause our entire flat to reek and risk infecting us with something awful,” he shot back, glancing away from Sherlock. “And I am upset about the laptop use.”

8th June

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“Under the microwave?” he repeated, his voice rising. “Why the bloody hell would it be there?” John asked, crossing his arms over his chest as he watched Sherlock.

Sherlock just shrugged and continued thinking for a little while before sitting up. “Oh.” He muttered, reaching under the couch to pull John’s laptop out. “It’s here.” He muttered, opening it and placing it on his lap, quickly typing in the password and loading a web browser. “Why do you need it?” 

Sighing, John rolled his eyes at the man, moving to sit in his chair near the couch. “I’ve changed that password more times than I can count. How do you keep getting it?” he sighed, a hint of defeat in his voice. “Why do you need it? You’ve got your own, you know.”

Once again, Sherlock waved a dismissive hand. “It’s in the bedroom.” He muttered, pretending to be absorbed in his research. “You can use that one. And your passwords aren’t exactly hard to guess. Though you could’ve tried better than ‘piss off sherlock’.” He muttered. 

John pursed his lips, the basic outline of a light scowl there. “And the bedroom’s too far of a walk why?” he asked, raising an eyebrow in challenge. “Though my password reflects my feelings. Stay off my laptop.”

Sherlock raised an eyebrow. “I don’t understand why you’re so upset with me using your computer.” he muttered, eyes flicking up from the computer. “Your my partner, we share nearly everything.” He added, “Yet you’re upset with my use of your computer.” He smirked, “Are you afraid I’ll find your porn collection, because that happened long ago.” He turned his attention back to the machine in question. 

"Some things are just personal, Sherlock. It’s called boundaries. I don’t mess with your experiments, and you stay off of my laptop," he explained, having to roll his eyes at the man. He really didn’t mind so much that the other man used it, but it was the principle of the matter.

7th June

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“Under the microwave?” he repeated, his voice rising. “Why the bloody hell would it be there?” John asked, crossing his arms over his chest as he watched Sherlock.

Sherlock just shrugged and continued thinking for a little while before sitting up. “Oh.” He muttered, reaching under the couch to pull John’s laptop out. “It’s here.” He muttered, opening it and placing it on his lap, quickly typing in the password and loading a web browser. “Why do you need it?” 

Sighing, John rolled his eyes at the man, moving to sit in his chair near the couch. “I’ve changed that password more times than I can count. How do you keep getting it?” he sighed, a hint of defeat in his voice. “Why do you need it? You’ve got your own, you know.”

Once again, Sherlock waved a dismissive hand. “It’s in the bedroom.” He muttered, pretending to be absorbed in his research. “You can use that one. And your passwords aren’t exactly hard to guess. Though you could’ve tried better than ‘piss off sherlock’.” He muttered. 

John pursed his lips, the basic outline of a light scowl there. “And the bedroom’s too far of a walk why?” he asked, raising an eyebrow in challenge. “Though my password reflects my feelings. Stay off my laptop.”