[On the bright side, he isn't Sherlock. And on the down side... he isn't Sherlock. John has taken up residence with a book in the sitting room and watches his new flatmate go about his business over the top of the novel. He really should get to know the other man, the better to actually gauge him as a flatmate.]
Fancy a cuppa? I saw a cafe just the other side of the block. Could do with a walk.
2 - Battle
Bloody hell! [John isn't the sort to flash his service pistol in broad daylight, but there's a thing that looks like a cross between a leopard, a squid, and a small car bearing down on a group of fleeing civilians. This is utterly mad.]
[He ducks into the nearest alley and... is he really doing this? The screaming out in the street says he is. John slots the bizarre blue magazine that had drawn him here into his gun and transforms in a burst of light. He's going to just ignore how ridiculous he looks as he dashes back out, pistol now an oversized assault rifle. With any luck, there will be other Xochipilli employees around to help.]
5 - Rivals
[John's an easy-going guy, but something about the other bloke just grinds his gears. It's not even the way Sherlock or Harry get under his skin sometimes. That he can tolerate. He wouldn't usually start a confrontation in a cafe of all places, but they need to talk this out before John punches him in the face.]
[Without preamble, John seats himself in the chair opposite and picks up a menu, not deigning to look up.]
Reckon we should talk about that last battle, yeah?
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[On the bright side, he isn't Sherlock. And on the down side... he isn't Sherlock. John has taken up residence with a book in the sitting room and watches his new flatmate go about his business over the top of the novel. He really should get to know the other man, the better to actually gauge him as a flatmate.]
Fancy a cuppa? I saw a cafe just the other side of the block. Could do with a walk.
2 - Battle
Bloody hell! [John isn't the sort to flash his service pistol in broad daylight, but there's a thing that looks like a cross between a leopard, a squid, and a small car bearing down on a group of fleeing civilians. This is utterly mad.]
[He ducks into the nearest alley and... is he really doing this? The screaming out in the street says he is. John slots the bizarre blue magazine that had drawn him here into his gun and transforms in a burst of light. He's going to just ignore how ridiculous he looks as he dashes back out, pistol now an oversized assault rifle. With any luck, there will be other Xochipilli employees around to help.]
5 - Rivals
[John's an easy-going guy, but something about the other bloke just grinds his gears. It's not even the way Sherlock or Harry get under his skin sometimes. That he can tolerate. He wouldn't usually start a confrontation in a cafe of all places, but they need to talk this out before John punches him in the face.]
[Without preamble, John seats himself in the chair opposite and picks up a menu, not deigning to look up.]
Reckon we should talk about that last battle, yeah?