One on one RP (Closed but you can stalk)

John looked at his watch. "Lunch."

"Lunch then. I can make something."

"Really?" John questioned. "The last time I remember you trying to make something, it was tea and there was an eyeball in it."

Sherlock walked to the kitchen. There were some eyeballs and stale cereal. And tea. And a few other things.

"Yes, well, tea and eyeballs taste good!"

"Do you want anything specific?"

"Anything that isn't part of the human anatomy, please." He laughed.

"Right. Food, food, food. No eyeballs then. Food." Sherlock said, he needed to think up some recipies.

Canned tomatoes. That's a start.

"I can help, you know," John said while tearing off the tape on one of the boxes.

A few minutes later Sherlock gave John a bowl of strange looking but tasty soup.

"Voila. I can actually cook, you know."

John looked down at the bowl Sherlock handed him. "Oh." He took it from him. "Thanks."

"How does it taste?"

"Good…" John swirled his soup for eyeballs. "Yes, good. Thank you."

"See? Eyeballs do taste good, even when diced up."

(GTG BRB)

John gagged and dropped the spoon into the bowl. "That was a joke…right?" He suddenly felt sick.

(Nvm I'm back) "Do I ever joke?"

"You're not going to die, so just eat it."

"Sherlock!" John gagged. "What did I tell you?!"

"No body parts. But there wasn't any other source of protein so I figured…" he shrugged.

"I could've just gone to the store!" John felt like he was gonna throw up.

"Twitter. Mycroft will have done it by now."

"You're fine."

"Check your Twitter."

John felt his stomach backflip again. "Check it yourself." He quickly grabbed his phone from his pockets and placed it on the table before running to the bathroom.

"You're fine! It's not deadly! I think!"

"I'm…not. Your…damn test subject." John retorted from the bathroom in between gags.

"Beware of hallucinations, I may have dropped a drug in there while making the soup!"