text, u.n: j.watson

[enarms]

He looks cute but he's a thieving little shit. If you've lost anything small over the last few weeks, sorry. I'll bring it back if you get in touch.

[ is this John Watson, posting photos of his ferret to soothe the masses? it might be. but he also genuinely does have a room full of trinkets that don't belong to him, and there are also a few attached images here of all the things his little tyke of an animal has thieved while John's been otherwise engaged.

(but mostly he's just hanging out with a long fluff, finding it therapeutic and wants to share the feeling - and hey, sooner or later somebody has to get back to pretending nothing's happening and treating the network like a Facebook wall. why not him?) ]

(( ooc: feel free to chime in with "that X in the picture is mine"/"do you have my Y?" etc if you fancy it! basic guidelines are if a ferret could feasibly carry it, this ferret could feasibly have stolen it. ))

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[rosebyanyother]

[Peter smiles at the greeting, nodding his head in acknowledgement as he passes by John into the front room. His gaze sweeps across it, and then he turns back to John.]

Hello. This is all very cozy.

[enarms]

Yeah. We do our best.

[ spoken with no small trace of irony, in that the entire arrangement is quite obviously the accidental mishmash of many lives. John passes through the living room and over to the stairs, pauses to nod to one of the various chairs in the room— ]

Do you want to sit? I left it upstairs, I'll be back in a second.

[rosebyanyother]

[Peter just grins at the irony. John should probably be careful. Peter might take a shine to the dryness of his humor.

It would be terrible.]

Yes, of course.

[And he'll just drape himself into a chair and wait. Scanning and assessing the room all the while.]

[enarms]

[ good. and off John goes, upstairs, ferret trapped under his arm and apparently not too displeased with the arrangement, to procure Peter's earring. he returns with it less than a minute later. one of the feathers is indeed slightly moist from a certain creature's mouthing of it. bloody thing. ]

Here. Sorry again, he's had a bit of a go.

[rosebyanyother]

[Peter takes the earring from him, looking at the feather for a moment before slipping it into his pocket with a shrug.]

We'll just call that his finders fee.

[He could just go now that he's got what he came for, but he stays seated instead, looking up at John.]

How are you, by the way?

[After, you know...all that nonsense with the kidnapping and the rescuing.]