sherlock takes up balloon animals and he won't put one down until he's mastered the certain thing he's trying to do and then moving onto the next, resulting in john being woken up at 3am with sherlock holding a hedgehog balloon animal over his bed and trying not to laugh as hard as he ever has ‘iT'S YOU!’
John awoke to find Sherlock leaning over his bed, his eyes a bit frantic but jovial. John was immediately suspicious ...
"Sherlock ... what are you doing in my bedroom?" He groaned a he tried to sit up, only to have a BOP on the nose from a... 🎈balloon??
John swatted the offending red rubber away from his now crossing eyes and managed to glare threateningly ...
"It's you, John!!" Sherlock was practically dancing with glee. It was childish and adorable and wayyy way WAY too early for this!!!
"And how is THAT ..." John pointed at the offending object - twisted rubber and air in no discernable shape that he could make out? He turned his head this way and that, eventually shaking it completely and giving up - nope - "h-how ... Is that me?" He sucked on his lower lip. His tongue darting out as he crossed his arms waiting ...
"It's a hedgehog, John - obviously!?" Sherlock seemed miffed at the insinuation that he would make anything BUT a hedgehog to represent John? Not ...
He was now even more puzzled. Grabbing the balloon animal (if that's what it was) from Sherlock and turning it this way and that. "Okay," he concluded after a moment. Giving in, though he could maybe see? How it was a hedgehogs shape? Sherlock was going for ... ? He handed it back.
"Don't people usually make weiner dogs and rabbit animals?" John tried, "why a ... uh ... hedgehog? Exactly?"
Now Sherlock had to 🤔 think ... why did he decide John was a hedgehog?
He was sure it came from somewhere ...
Oh, yes of course ... "Hedgehogs are the perfect animal to represent you John, as has been observed by a not small community of online observers to your regular blog, I think ... and I might add some fantastic art made on the subject matter! Quite prickly and adorable at the same time ..." he smiled here and continued, "so obviously when needing to improve my balloon making skills I had decided to try something of a challenge outside the usual milieu. Hence ... the hedgehog." He picked up the balloon, deposited it again in John's direct vision, before setting it down in John's lap as a gift, and then taking his leave.
John threw aside his blankets (and the dumb arse balloon) forcefully taking himself up and out of bed in Sherlock’s wake ...
"Are you high?" John asked, stomping down the stairs gruff and harsh.
"Are you ill?"John tried. Confusion creeping in.
"You're fine?" John asked, incredulously. "Sherlock bloody Holmes just woke me up to make me balloon animals before breakfast and he's fine??" John wasn't having it ... "did you sleep? Did you go to bed at all?"
He looked around the honestly ... devastated state of their living room ... and deduced the answer for himself.
He scrubbed a hand over his face and folded in, laughing.
"John?" Sherlock, who had folded his gangly limbs into sitting Indian style on the floor as soon as he'd reached the lower room again, now looked up in concern. But John was doubling over. Holding his side in stitches ...
"John?" Sherlock out the green balloon down that he had been about to make into a lovely turtle and stood to go to him ... "John?"
Join was howling in laughter. Holding a finger up to beg one more minute to compose himself ... he tried ... he really t-tried ... "Oh my God you should see this room!" He erupted into another fit of giggles ... he was this close to rolling on the floor with laughter. Absolutely laughing his arse off ...
Sherlock looked around then with new eyes ... a little of John's mirth seeping into his own skin and bringing up the corners of his mouth as he realized what he had truly accomplished in his hours of clown induced mania ... "I suppose I could have made them cages as well ..."
The balloon animals were strewn all over the furniture, hanging from the lights, the window, the sink?! The table covered in them ...
John grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him in for a tight hug, still laughing. Hardly composed, but trying still ... Sherlock joining him in some nervous giggles only ...
John surprised him then with a soft kiss on the cheek, saying, "see? This is why I love you."
"I didn't mean ... " they both stuttered at the same time. John's arms were still on Sherlock's shoulder, his lower back, as he ducked his head down. Blushing. And made to let go ...
Sherlock instinctively grabbed at John's hands as they released. Catching him before he could turn away.
