Sherlock has logged on.
Sherlock has started a chatroom.
(y/n) has logged on.
John has logged on.
Mary has logged on.
Mycroft has logged on.
Moriarty has logged on.
Lestrade has logged on.
Sherlock: WE HAVE A PROBLEM.
(y/n): Sherlock, we all know there hasn't been any cases in almost a week, but one will turn up soo—
Sherlock: I NEED MY CIGARETTES
(y/n): Sherlock, no.
Sherlock: PLEASE!!
(y/n): No! Cold turkey, we all agreed.
Sherlock: That's a stupid idea, who's idea was that?
(y/n): Uh, yours.
Sherlock: ...
*pause*
Sherlock: THEY HAVE TO BE HERE SOMEWHERE
John: Sherlock, you've been doing really well, don't give up now!
Sherlock: JOHN WHERE ARE THEY
John: Not telling, sorry.
Sherlock: please *gives john this media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236... look* (A/N: awww ajksskjsk)
John: Still no.
Mrs. Hudson has logged on.
Mrs. Hudson: I heard yelling, is everything alright?
Sherlock: MY CIGARRETES!
Mrs. Hudson: I'm sorry?
Sherlock: MY SECRET SUPPLY OF CIGARRETES, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH THEM?!
Mrs. Hudson: I don't know, I'm not your housekeeper!
Sherlock: UGH THEY HAVE TO BE HERE SOMEWHERE
Mrs. Hudson has logged off.
Sherlock: I'M GOING TO BUY SOME
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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...
