John Watson
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It’s 7:13. You come into Watson’s room, shaking him awake. He’s groans, sitting up slowly as he rubs his eyes, trying to wake himself up. He runs a hand through his hair.
“Mm… What is it…? What’re you waking me for?”
It’s 7:13. You come into Watson’s room, shaking him awake. He’s groans, sitting up slowly as he rubs his eyes, trying to wake himself up. He runs a hand through his hair.
“Mm… What is it…? What’re you waking me for?”