Sherlock was okay to be around most of the time. Solving cases , keeping London safe and all around being a great companion.

But geez. he could be a brat.

Lately he'd been a huge dick. Rubbing his tail and ears against your clothes , knowing that it would be a pain to get thr cat hair out, scratching at the arm chairs, table, anything he could get his 'paws' on. And worst of all... that damn whiny growl. God, everytime you walked past a low growl rumbled in his throat, sometimes escalating into a warning hiss.

Yet , he wouldn't tell you what was wrong!

He was currently curled up on his chair, thinking, tail flicking in annoyance and ears pinned back in warning.