Thread: The Deduction of Human Emotions (Dreamer- and Elise)

RE The Dedeuction of Human Emotions Dreamer- and Elise Joan snatched the cigarette out of Sherlock's hand and went to the kitchen. Now she was getting angry, this woman never listened! It didn't matter how many times Joan tried to lecture her about the disadvantages of smoking, it seemed as though she couldn't care less. I'm Sherlock Holmes and I know everything, she muttered under her breath as she put out the cigarette and threw it away, except for the fact that my lungs will turn black and shrink to the size of a raisin, and I'll get cancer and die. But oh well, who cares about that, all that matters is that I'm bored. She rolled her eyes as she looked around the kitchen. It was a mess as always, and there were almost no signs that this kitchen belonged to a human being. It was bizarre and usually made her slightly uncomfortable, but she was used to it. If it wasn't for Watson's patience and tolerance, she would've left a long time ago. Anyone else would, it wasn't easy to tolerate Sherlock with all of her weird and irritating habits. Joan stayed in the kitchen for a while, rubbing the bridge of her nose and trying to breathe slowly. She had a lot of difficult patients in her life. Somehow she always managed to stay calm in front of them, and eventually help them. Perhaps one day she'll manage to help Sherlock too, in the meantime she had to stay calm and act as though everything is completely normal. She came back from the kitchen and rolled her eyes at the sight of Sherlock on the couch. Very mature, she said as she walked up to her legs and moved them from the couch to have a place to sit. She took her seat and leaned back, breathing slowly and deeply. The air still smelled like smoke, but the way her body felt relaxed against the couch was worth it. Only then she noticed that she was still wearing her coat. Right, she said as she got back up and took off her coat, I'm going to take a shower. Don't you dare taking another cigarette while I'm there, do you understand me? Joan left her coat on the chair and muttered of course you understand me, you're Sherlock Holmes for god's sake. She left her coat on the chair and went into the bathroom. Joan took a long shower, releasing all of the stress held in her body. The hot water washed away all of the tension, and her thoughts were slowly drifting far away. She forgot all about the annoying incident with Sherlock, and she felt much better after this shower. It's interesting how a stream of hot water and the smell of soap can make you forget about everything that made you mad. Joan wrapped a towel around her body and walked to her room to get into some comfortable clothes. She pulled on a light blue sweater and some black trousers. Her hair was still a bit wet so she wrapped the towel around it and left it on her head, then went back to the living room. She removed the coat she left on the chair before and took her seat, glad to finally have some rest. She didn't say anything to Sherlock, because she never knew what she was thinking about. Sometimes she was in the middle of thinking very intently about something, and any word from Joan would distract her and make her irritated. Because of that, Joan usually decided to stay quiet and not speak to Sherlock unless she's the one to speak first. Except, of course, for those few times when Sherlock did something out of the ordinary that made Joan angry enough to lose her temper - like smoking, for example. Joan grabbed the paper to have a look at what was going on. There was really nothing interesting going on, which made her understand what Sherlock was going through. No case, no news, no crimes. It must be killing her. Joan made a note to herself to keep an eye on Sherlock, because she had the feeling that if the woman would be really bored for too long she might do something a lot crazier than smoking.