[ Jessica actually halts mid-step at her companion's (yeah, explain that one to her) reply, back still turned, to give the most laborious eye roll. Goddamn it, he did not just condescend to her about being the bigger person about these shitty mittens. Sherlock is smack dab in the crosshairs of a flat, unappreciative stare when she turns back around, chin jutted out like she might scoff. She returns to the couch, hunching over its back to snatch up the gloves and wad one inside the other. Then they're lobbed at him unceremoniously. ]
So use them for a tea cozy. [ Jessica has earned herself unlimited free shots at the English as far as she's concerned. ] Trust me when I say you need them more than I do.
[ Her voice had raised slightly in annoyance when she spoke, but the spike in her unpleasantness is short-lived. She looks a little less hostile, anyway, after settling behind the sofa, both hands gripping its back to support her slouching upper body. ]
Morbid curiosity. [ Because she is not about to invite more of his criticism regarding her "generosity". ]
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So use them for a tea cozy. [ Jessica has earned herself unlimited free shots at the English as far as she's concerned. ] Trust me when I say you need them more than I do.
[ Her voice had raised slightly in annoyance when she spoke, but the spike in her unpleasantness is short-lived. She looks a little less hostile, anyway, after settling behind the sofa, both hands gripping its back to support her slouching upper body. ]
Morbid curiosity. [ Because she is not about to invite more of his criticism regarding her "generosity". ]