Star Crossed Lovers
Jan. 7th, 2010 03:21 pmLess than an hour later, he returned, looking peeved. His jacket got thrown in the corner and his stick ended up in the fireplace. "Tomorrow. Their ship leaves tomorrow." Holmes flopped himself down in an overstuffed chair. "What am I meant to do until then?"
"I don't know," Watson drawled. "Perhaps you can contemplate the meaning of the universe." He went back to reading his newspaper.
( Holmes sent him a sharp look. )
"I don't know," Watson drawled. "Perhaps you can contemplate the meaning of the universe." He went back to reading his newspaper.
( Holmes sent him a sharp look. )