A/N- Another tumblr ficlet!

John and Sherlock walked down the street, Sherlock pontificating on the finer points of his brilliant deduction on the serial killer's love of cats.

John was silently fuming, torn between being impressed that Sherlock had noticed something so insignificant as the crushed remains of a catnip flower, and being furious that Sherlock has basically spent the last hour of their case making snide short jokes at his expense.

While rolling his eyes, John noticed a flag pole hanging much lower than was safe at the storefront a few yards ahead of them. A grin forming on his face, John turned to Sherlock, walking a bit faster.

"What did you tell that stuffed suit the other day? About why you looked so much taller in photographs?"

Sherlock grinned his best self indulgent grin and closed his eyes as if savoring the memory, "I take the precaution of a good coat and a short SONOFABITCH OW MY HEAD!"

John continued forward cackling wildly as his friend swore.