Mycroft gives an undignified "oof" when he falls down a short distance from where his chair should have been to a small, grassy hill.
Instead of being amazed, he was actually angry. "Put my desk back." He said, in a no nonsense voice. He had a lot of classified information on that desk, and he couldn't have that information floating around in the ether.
"Sir..." Anthea started towards him, then was stopped by a gentle hand on her shoulder. Sherlock shook his head. "It's alright." He said, softly. "I promise."
"I don't care who you think you are or what you think you can do, but I demand that you put everything back to the way that it was, right now!
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Date: 2019-02-20 12:32 am (UTC)Instead of being amazed, he was actually angry. "Put my desk back." He said, in a no nonsense voice. He had a lot of classified information on that desk, and he couldn't have that information floating around in the ether.
"Sir..." Anthea started towards him, then was stopped by a gentle hand on her shoulder. Sherlock shook his head. "It's alright." He said, softly. "I promise."
"I don't care who you think you are or what you think you can do, but I demand that you put everything back to the way that it was, right now!
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