CreepyChloeey

Sherlock barely looked up from his laptop screen, fingers skittering away on the keyboard as quickly as ever, as John sighed and threw his phone across the room. "You know, you're going to break it if you keep doing that. Problem?" "Oh, I don't even care," John grunted.  "It brings me nothing but hassle anyway" Sherlock stopped typing, and steepled his fingers underneath his chin, as he started at his flatmate. "You're avoiding the question. And if you break your phone, how am I supposed to get in contact with you when I need you?" "As I said," John muttered. "Hassle." Sherlock said nothing more; simply raised an eyebrow, which John too