I am now drunkkkkk

My shins are SWEATING right now. Everything is soup.

I've had 3 coffees and an energy drink to combat this upset and I'm mildly tachy, heavily sweaty and shaky. But we go on! We persevere hahaha. Healthcare waits for no one 😂

The upset that is daylight savings and I had no idea. Going to work and got in the car this morning and the car said it was an hour earlier than my watch and I was sooooo confused 😂

Yes

keons.xn--6ii I need to put myself to bed. I am still ill. Must rest. Must heal. Goodnight ✨️🦭

keons.xn--6ii Where's my tv remote?! ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ I want to watch horror flicks while I perish!

keons.xn--6ii Fuckin' fevers ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ my head is currently on fire

keons.xn--6ii I literally made a writer account to complain that I'm sick and have a fever 🤒

ravenhaired male tilted his head back over the backrest of the seat, letting out a heavy sigh as he drew the strings on his hoodie tight, blocking out the overhead lights, muffling the sound of the Professor's voice.

Feeling the rapid thumping of his heart in his chest, Sherlock grinned down at the other before snaking the hand up from his chest to his neck, fingers lightly stroking the soft hair at the nape of his neck. "But you are such a 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒃𝒐𝒚."

Almost letting out a whine of protest at being pulled away from the animated remains, Sherlock fell back into step next to him, the glint of excitement returning to his blue hues. "Oh yeah?"

With the weed and morphine now circulating, his senses were quite dulled, but the others touch was registering perfectly. Hot and firm. "Does it get you all hot under the collar?" Voice a smooth tenor in tone.

"I held no expectations." Soaking up everything he could see. "This isn't my world, so to make assumptions about it seems illogical." Pausing at seeing a charred looking body scraping gingerly at rocks, did Sherlock start to stray from Cerbs side.

"Don't what?" Face feigning innocence as he tipped a couple more pills from the bottle, bringing them up to his own mouth. Dry swallowing them with practiced ease.

Following at Cerberus' side, having no qualms of avoiding Hades for now, the raven haired male simply marveled at where he was. "I'll differ to your judgement while in your domain."

Watching the male below him closely, Sherlock couldn't deny that the eye contact did something to him. "Good boy."

Reciprocating the tight hold on Cerberus' hand, he blinked his eyes open, vision adjusting to the low light. It was mostly dark, small fires crackling, and red streaks of lava running in little rivers below.

"Naturally." A bloom of warmth appeared on his hip beneath the other's palm, his hand coming up to drop both pills into Cerberus' mouth.

Not being one to follow rules, Sherlock did so without a hint of refusal. This was potentially one of the only times that he hasn't push back.