#*meme; texts

For a drunk text.

[text;] Johnn, the gamee iss a leg.

For a saucy text.

   [text;] You've seen me shirtless, I think it's about time you returned the favour, don't you? 

For a drunk text.

   [text;] I bett ur booobs arr greeeat.

For a text that should never have been sent.

For a text not meant for you.

For a drunk text.

For a text that should never have been sent.

      [text;] I’m going to kill you. Send me into a job like that again and I’ll slit your throat.

For an angry text.

[text;] You bastard. You knew that job was a set up, didn’t you?

For a desperate text.

[text;] The job's done, but I messed up. Bleeding out. Twenty minutes.

For a long winded confessing text.

      [text;] Stop it. Stop confusing me, stop making me think about you, and stop being so damn pleased about it. You aren't supposed to be able to do that. I'm Sherlock Holmes, I don't do women, nor men; I do cases. I solve crimes and catch murderers, I put away the bad people. You blackmailed people, I'm supposed to put you away, too. Not let you waltz around my mind distracting me whilst I'm trying to work. Did you know that you appear when I'm in my mind palace? Always naked. You never say anything, you just touch my face, or smirk at me. I don't know how you're doing this but you need to stop it immediately. I'm a busy man, I don't have time to be trying to force you out of my brain.

               [Mere moments later, another text is sent.]