Who wants to do a one on one with me? {CLOSED} {Stalkers welcome it's Johnlock}

(Sorry, fell asleep!)

"The train isn't important, but I know where we need to go." Sherlock said, he then added, "John, take a gun. You'll need one."

(Fren?)

(Sherlock: Where have you gone Jawn????)

(Sherlock: Don't ignore me Jawn!)

(Jawn where are yooouuuuu)

( @"Carys L Roberts" are you here?)

(Sorry, I was in PE)

(Hi! Continue?)

(Hello?)

(Soooooo sorry, school got the batter of me)

(I feel you. Continue?)

(ya)
John grabbed his gun and nodded to Sherlock, he was ready to go.

"But first, we should get dinner. I would advise it."

“Oh, okay.”

"I'm not hungry but you obviously didn't get either breakfast or lunch." Sherlock said.

“That is true, should we go then?”

"Yes, I suppose so." Sherlock said. He was in normal clothes but had yet again forgotten his shoes.

“Shoes, Sherlock.”
(I have barley eaten today and no I’m hungry!)

"Right. Those things." Sherlock muttered.

John rolled his eyes and made sure he actually put them on this time.

"Are you in the mood for Thai or Italian?"

(Hello?)

(Fren?)

(sorry, still in school!)
“Italian.”

"Formal or casual?" Sherlock asked, he was subtly hinting this was a date, but John wouldn't be able to tell sadly.

“Um, formal for a change.” John smiled subtly.

"Sounds good." Sherlock said, grabbing a briefcase with all his files, poisons, and various body parts he had borrowed from Molly at work. Morgues were useful.

“Do you really need that?” John moaned, “Never mind, forget I asked.”

"It's for the case Jawn."