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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[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.]