(y/n) has logged on.
(y/n) has started a chatroom.
Sherlock has logged on.
John has logged on.
Mycroft has logged on.
Mary has logged on.
Lestrade has logged on.
Sherlock: Hello, John, Mary, Mycroft, (y/n), Graham.
John: ...Graham?
Lestrade: It's not Graham, how hard is it to remember my name?!
Mycroft: Sorry, George, my brother is an idiot.
Lestrade: IT'S GREG, DAMMIT!
Mycroft: Oh.
Moriarty has logged on.
Sherlock: Okay, who invited HIM?!
(y/n): I did.
John: WHY?!
(y/n): He's interesting.
Lestrade: He's a criminal mastermind!
(y/n): Like I said - interesting.
John: *facepalm*
(y/n): Plus we both love The Lion King.
Moriarty: Hakuna Matata!
(y/n): *fist bump*
Moriarty: *returns fist bump*
John: What the heck...?
(y/n): Jim do you want some tea?
Moriarty: Sure
(y/n): Here
Moriarty: thanks!
John: Wait - IS HE AT YOUR FLAT?!
(y/n): Maybe... why?
John: HE'S A CRIMINAL! MAKE HIM LEAVE!
(y/n): I can make my own decisions!
John: Not when I'm your older brother, you can't! Now make him leave!
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Sherlock (x Reader) Chatroom
HumorLife at 221B Baker Street is never boring. Well, I suppose at one point it was, because you decided to make a chatroom for all of your friends to go on. Try to stay patient with Sherlock doing experiments and Mycroft always hacking into your compute...
