[After a month it's almost become habit to carry around all of his possessions as much as possible, just in case. John does not want to be caught without them again and he went through the trouble to pack his bag should he ever find himself in need of supplies. It also happens to make him a target to the natives of this particular world.
Thankfully his military background has taught him to pack his bags as tightly as possible in order to get as many items in it as possible which is why he manages to feel the tug as someone reaches their hand into it. John looks over at the culprit, reaching out to grab their wrist. His expression is one of disapproval.]
Some welcome this is. Never thought I'd be dealing with a bunch of street thieves. Suppose every world's got some similarities.
[He tugs the native's limb from his bag and they have his stethoscope in hand. All he does is hold his other hand out and the item is dropped into it. Then John lets go before motioning the native away.]
Go on before I change my mind about calling the authorities.
6.
[Okay. Even this is a little too much for him despite all of the crazy things he'd been through on the otherworldly ship. John is lightly poking at his food with his fork because it is indeed moving. His disgust is written all over his face.]
Think I might prefer eating nothing but cream corn for weeks on end.
[Even when the cream corn tasted like ash, or there were cream filled cakes that were most likely passed their expire by date. Okay, so he wouldn't have had that milk he'd found once but there wasn't a soul alive who would have. Now is when he turns back to the vendor and motions to his plate.]
Oi, is it too much to ask for my food to be dead before you hand it to me? I've eaten a lot of questionable things recently but this is where I draw the line.
John Watson | Sherlock (BBC) | CRAU
[After a month it's almost become habit to carry around all of his possessions as much as possible, just in case. John does not want to be caught without them again and he went through the trouble to pack his bag should he ever find himself in need of supplies. It also happens to make him a target to the natives of this particular world.
Thankfully his military background has taught him to pack his bags as tightly as possible in order to get as many items in it as possible which is why he manages to feel the tug as someone reaches their hand into it. John looks over at the culprit, reaching out to grab their wrist. His expression is one of disapproval.]
Some welcome this is. Never thought I'd be dealing with a bunch of street thieves. Suppose every world's got some similarities.
[He tugs the native's limb from his bag and they have his stethoscope in hand. All he does is hold his other hand out and the item is dropped into it. Then John lets go before motioning the native away.]
Go on before I change my mind about calling the authorities.
6.
[Okay. Even this is a little too much for him despite all of the crazy things he'd been through on the otherworldly ship. John is lightly poking at his food with his fork because it is indeed moving. His disgust is written all over his face.]
Think I might prefer eating nothing but cream corn for weeks on end.
[Even when the cream corn tasted like ash, or there were cream filled cakes that were most likely passed their expire by date. Okay, so he wouldn't have had that milk he'd found once but there wasn't a soul alive who would have. Now is when he turns back to the vendor and motions to his plate.]
Oi, is it too much to ask for my food to be dead before you hand it to me? I've eaten a lot of questionable things recently but this is where I draw the line.