Interviewer Question:
How was the pasta?
John's answer:
The pasta- yeah it was- yeah-
B-but he said not... not his area. That's cool. That's um... not his area.
*nervous chuckle* W-what's his area then? You guys know? No? Doesn't matter to me, just- not his area.
Interviewer:
We asked how the pasta was.
John:
Oh- oh, yeah, the pasta was great.
Interviewer:
So what's your impression of John?
Sherlock:
I thought I'd made that quite clear. Recently returned from Afg-
Interviewer:
No no no, we mean as a person. He's shown - particular interest, has he not?
Sherlock:
*stares uncomfortably at camera*
Interviewer:
You shot the cabby for Sherlock?
John:
I- no- they just happened to be in the same room. Sherlock was just there- I didn't shoot him for him, per say. I mean, he was a murderer, s-so y'know-
Interviewer:
Well, Sherlock was in imminent danger, and you did happen to save him.
John:
I... I did, I guess. Yeah.
Interviewer:
Mor- Moriarty, you um... you said you'll- you'll burn the heart out of him?
Moriarty:
D'you think he got it? I don't know, I thought it was sort of romantic, b-but... oh? He- oh. Well. Shit.
John:
"Playing gay." Playing gay. Why- why would he play gay to get his attention,I mean unless- I don't know, y'know, like- I don't know.
Interviewer:
Are you ever going to answer our questions?
John:
Sorry, sorry yeah, the uh- the bomb was scary, yeah.
Sherlock:
"How would you know." Oh, ---- off! "How would I know." I know plenty.
More than Mycroft does.
Interviewer:
You do?
Sherlock:
*awkward silence*
John:
You saw that Too? Yea- mhm- he was in a ----ing sheet. What- there was nothing underneath? Yeah, I got that when Mycroft stepped on it- what- just a sheet? W-why was he wearing a sheet?
I mean, for Christs sake, it was the Buckingham palace- n-no that I min- care!- not that I care, I don't care- um.. what was the question again?
Interviewer:
*silence while John rambles*
How was the Tea?
☆Sorry, that was truly terrible. Tell me if you want more, or if I should burn all of my writing.☆
