eyesfullofwonders

"John, I often find your mastery of the profane polyphiloprogenitive." Sherlock steepled his fingers under his chin and rocked briefly onto the balls of his feet. John scratched the back of his neck. "Uhm... Thanks?" "Did you know you often swear in iambic pentameter? When one is not on the receiving end of one of your soliloquies, it's really rather mesmerizing. Brilliant even." "Who are you, and what have you done with Sherlock?" With a huff, Sherlock rolled his eyes. "And so much for brilliant." "Oi! Don't be a bloody..." John caught himself. Sherlock cocked an eyebrow at his friend. "What's all this about?" "It's come to my attentio