Adventures in Texting

Chapter 1: Sherlock and Mycroft

This begun as a conversation between me and a friend, and became a fic.

I'm confused and I really want brownies.

MH

No Mycroft. You're on a diet.

SH

No, Mycroft*

MH

No Mycroft. No, Mycroft. Mycroft. No. IT DOESN'T MATTER

SH

Yes it does, little brother.

MH

What purpose does it serve other than irritating me?

SH

Correct grammar is important, little brother. If you were to say, "Let's eat Mummy," that means that we should eat Mummy. If you say, "Let's eat, Mummy," you are telling Mummy to eat.

MH

Stay off your diet long enough and you might consider the former.

SH

Shut up, Sherlock.

MH

Don't text out loud, Mycroft. You lower the IQ of my entire mobile.

SH

Your mobile doesn't have an IQ, Sherlock. You can't text out loud, either.

MH

Yes it does. Well maybe your silly little brain can't, but mine can.

SH

Oh, Sherlock. Sometimes I wonder if head could inflate anymore and every time you surprise me.

MH

I could say the same about your stomach.

SH

I hope you liked it! Review please!