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writetomyheart2019-03-09 06:12 pm
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[Team one] waiting
I procrastinated a bit so this Elementary snippet ended up rushed. And I wrote about ice cream because I'm hungry lol
"I promise, it'll be worth the wait," Joan says as she raises up on her tiptoes in an effort to see the front of the line.
Sherlock gives Joan a skeptical frown, and Marcus is sure he's probably mirroring the expression on his own face. They had been waiting a solid 15 minutes already and the line had maybe moved an inch.
"Is it worth the time we could be spending working on a case?" Sherlock questions.
Joan rolls her eyes at him.
"It's our day off," she reminds them both.
"There's never really a day off in the crime-solving business," Sherlock replies. He shifts his feet impatiently, looking intensely at the people in front of them as if he could just will them to move forward.
"Speak for yourself," Marcus says. "I'm off the clock."
The weather is nice out here and he doesn't have any plans for the afternoon, so he can't complain. Plus, watching Sherlock and Joan squabble is pretty entertaining.
"You're complaining now," Joan continues, "but you'll change your tune once we get the ice cream. I guarantee this is the best in all of New York."
Sherlock turns up his nose and launches into a story about some special ice cream he'd once tasted which had somehow factored into a case he had been investigating in London. The ingredients flavoring the ice cream had allegedly been one-of-a-kind, and he was sure nothing would ever come close to that.
Marcus is sure that had been the most pretentious story he's ever heard Sherlock tell. And he'd heard plenty involving actual royalty.
"Look, the line is moving," Joan says, inching forward ever so slightly. "We'll be there in no time."
They'd barely moved forward half an inch, but Marcus wasn't going to point that out. Instead he decides to change the subject.
"So what food do you think would be worth standing in line this long for?" he asks Sherlock. He's sure the answer will be something obscure.
"Chicken on a stick," the detective answers without hesitation.
Both Marcus and Joan stare at him in disbelief.
Sherlock shrugs. "You should always appreciate the classics."
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"I promise, it'll be worth the wait," Joan says as she raises up on her tiptoes in an effort to see the front of the line.
Sherlock gives Joan a skeptical frown, and Marcus is sure he's probably mirroring the expression on his own face. They had been waiting a solid 15 minutes already and the line had maybe moved an inch.
"Is it worth the time we could be spending working on a case?" Sherlock questions.
Joan rolls her eyes at him.
"It's our day off," she reminds them both.
"There's never really a day off in the crime-solving business," Sherlock replies. He shifts his feet impatiently, looking intensely at the people in front of them as if he could just will them to move forward.
"Speak for yourself," Marcus says. "I'm off the clock."
The weather is nice out here and he doesn't have any plans for the afternoon, so he can't complain. Plus, watching Sherlock and Joan squabble is pretty entertaining.
"You're complaining now," Joan continues, "but you'll change your tune once we get the ice cream. I guarantee this is the best in all of New York."
Sherlock turns up his nose and launches into a story about some special ice cream he'd once tasted which had somehow factored into a case he had been investigating in London. The ingredients flavoring the ice cream had allegedly been one-of-a-kind, and he was sure nothing would ever come close to that.
Marcus is sure that had been the most pretentious story he's ever heard Sherlock tell. And he'd heard plenty involving actual royalty.
"Look, the line is moving," Joan says, inching forward ever so slightly. "We'll be there in no time."
They'd barely moved forward half an inch, but Marcus wasn't going to point that out. Instead he decides to change the subject.
"So what food do you think would be worth standing in line this long for?" he asks Sherlock. He's sure the answer will be something obscure.
"Chicken on a stick," the detective answers without hesitation.
Both Marcus and Joan stare at him in disbelief.
Sherlock shrugs. "You should always appreciate the classics."
We're back on the same team again
miyeokguk! Yay!
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Fun fact, but I was vaguely inspired to feature chicken on a stick in this snippet because of one time when I was barhopping with my brother and friends we had to wait FOREVER for one guy to buy chicken on a stick from a street vendor. He spent the time hyping up how awesome the food was. And then he ended up dropping half of it on the ground immediately afterwards.
/end pointless story I wanted to share :D
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