Sherlock pushes himself upright, stretches, runs a hand through his now-very-rumpled hair. Between bed head and sex it's a lost cause, but at least he tries.
"If you'll give me a minute in the bathroom, you can shower first, this cat is probably going to start knocking things about if one of us doesn't put food in front of his face." As if on cue, Toby yowls again outside, and a brown-and-white paw pokes experimentally under the door. "You haven't radically re-organized your linen closet, have you?"
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Sherlock pushes himself upright, stretches, runs a hand through his now-very-rumpled hair. Between bed head and sex it's a lost cause, but at least he tries.
"If you'll give me a minute in the bathroom, you can shower first, this cat is probably going to start knocking things about if one of us doesn't put food in front of his face." As if on cue, Toby yowls again outside, and a brown-and-white paw pokes experimentally under the door. "You haven't radically re-organized your linen closet, have you?"