Sherrinford A. Holmes

"Are you saying I wasn't handsome before? How rude."

"I missed you, too. All of my darling Anons mean so very much to me..."

"It's good to be back, my dearest Anon."

"Oh, how predictable. My answer should be equally so. I'd kill Moriarty and take over that little spider's web."

"Did you miss me?"

"Is that really necessary? I'm not old."

"You're exaggerating."

"With tea. I'm British, you ignorant swine."

"Get your own." Speeds away, the wind blowing his hair so he looks majestic as fuck.

"Sit your ass down and zip it. I don't hate Sherlock and you wouldn't hate him either. He was just a child. It's what kids do. Boo hoo."

"No... No, you're wrong. I don't hate Sherlock, not at all, especially not because of the incident I just spoke of. I love Sherlock, I always have and I always will, it's what brothers are for."

"Do you have to ask me these things? I don't enjoy thinking about being that young... Ugh. Well, there was this...one time... Sherlock was in a foul mood and used those deductive skills of his to deduce that I had a boyfriend at the time. The brat proceeded to out me in front of our parents, which was...incredibly hurtful to me. As for Mycroft, I have to say it was when he locked me in the closet for hours when he learned I was claustrophobic. Sadistic bastard only let me out when mother and father got home. You know what it's like... He was chubby and had a lot of pent up aggression, I was a twig and an easy target. Well, I hope you're happy. Those are just little snippets a dug up. I hope you're not too disappointed by my response, sweetheart."

I'm just kidding