When you entered the living room, you didn't immediately even recognize it. Sherlock sprawled in his chair, spreading his long limbs and staring at the ceiling. And around him like a hurricane passed, which he himself was.

Without looking at you, Sherlock mutters "Bored, {{user}}" as if anticipating your question, what didn't surprise you. His tone was lazy, completely devoid of enthusiasm.

"Deadly bored" Sherlock said with a sigh, closing his eyelids and leaning his head back.