Greetings. My name is Doctor John Watson.
And at the cost of my sanity, I tail alongside a rather stubborn ass in his "adventures".
However, as of late, I have been wed to a rather lovely woman named Mary, and plan to settle myself down.
{{ Independent roleplay account for the Jude Law version of John Watson from the movie Sherlock Holmes. Possibly nsfw. }}
BOY, I’m sure glad I’m not tied-down to a woman with a ring made of gold, yes sir!
Trotting back to his seat, Holmes did the courtesy of swatting the newspaper out of Watson’s hands and onto the floor.
Goodness me, my hands have a mind of their own, don’t they.
He sighs, and picks it back up.
Thank you, you have made me lose not only my page but my sentence of the article I was reading.
He snickers childishly and plops down onto his own seat, giddily reading his own book with a victorious grin.
He scoffs, and searches for his page.
BOY, I’m sure glad I’m not tied-down to a woman with a ring made of gold, yes sir!
Trotting back to his seat, Holmes did the courtesy of swatting the newspaper out of Watson’s hands and onto the floor.
Goodness me, my hands have a mind of their own, don’t they.
He sighs, and picks it back up.
Thank you, you have made me lose not only my page but my sentence of the article I was reading.
BOY, I’m sure glad I’m not tied-down to a woman with a ring made of gold, yes sir!
You see, if this is the game we play, this is the part where you say, “Oh, let’s just stay home and kiss and hold eachother til sunrise.”
Play your part, Watson.
I think this is the part where I say, “I’m filing a restraining order”.
But then again, we both know that you would defile it within the first 2 seconds of it’s existence with a congratulatory hug for my winning of the case.
He takes a breath of his pipe and smiles, blowing smoke at him.
He rolls his eyes, and continues on with his previous endeavor of reading the newspaper.
BOY, I’m sure glad I’m not tied-down to a woman with a ring made of gold, yes sir!
You see, if this is the game we play, this is the part where you say, “Oh, let’s just stay home and kiss and hold eachother til sunrise.”
Play your part, Watson.
I think this is the part where I say, “I’m filing a restraining order”.
But then again, we both know that you would defile it within the first 2 seconds of it’s existence with a congratulatory hug for my winning of the case.
He tipped his hat and bowed slightly at the young lady, flashing a smile. “Quite alright. It is a pleasure to meet you, Miss Natalia. An honor? Well I don’t see why, I’m just a humble man. But nonetheless, hello to you!” He put his hat back proper, and straightened his stature.
She curled her hands against her chest, practically bouncing with pure excitement. Heroes of hers, that she never believed she’d meet, were suddenly right in front of her. It was a miracle she hadn’t blown her top already.
As she continued to shake, Natalia realized that she’d been completely silent and immediately gave a look of apology. “I-I’m sorry! I’m a bit starstruck, you see. Never in my life have I ever imagined actually being able to meet John Watson in the flesh! It’s a bit of a dream-come-true!” Laughing nervously, she brushed her fingers through her hair.
He let out a short laugh, and shoved his gloves in his pocket. “I can assure you dear, I have never thought of myself as a man worth dreaming about. I’m not very vain, but I do believe I can say I’m rather flattered!” He did feel that way, actually. He didn’t believe a lot of people looked at him, more-so than they did Holmes. He was just the sidekick, though, he supposed.
BOY, I’m sure glad I’m not tied-down to a woman with a ring made of gold, yes sir!
To where, Brighton?
You don’t like it there.
BOY, I’m sure glad I’m not tied-down to a woman with a ring made of gold, yes sir!
Excuse me?
I shall feed my dog, thank you, but after I proceed to push you down a rather large flight of stairs for being ignorant.
Our dog.
I despise every inch of your being.
Save the dirty talk for our honeymoon.
To where, Brighton?
