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the setting? london. night. it's raining as it so often is. you know this. you expected it when you first read the word London with a full stop at the end. london exudes a rainy sort of setting that cannot be overlooked.
and it just so happens that in this very moment of course it could not be either. for in this instance as previously stated it was raining. and so naturally it is bleak and dreary. and also night (as mentioned above).
now then. the character? john watson. he is sitting alone on the curb after locking himself out of his very own home. how tragic. how sad. how absolutely abhorrent. but, unfortunately, not unlike john.
a pterodactyl sits by his side. john watson sniffs.
the pterodactyl asks him how his life is going.
he is unnervingly, brutally honest.
the pterodactyl is empathetic. his whole species was wiped off the planet billions of years prior, after all.
the pterodactyl disappears.
john is on crack.
The next day John returns to the same spot.
He sees something… it’s the terodactel.
It’s crying…
He walks up to the terodactel and looks into its eyes
“Hey, buddy… why’re you upset?”
“Because you have crack and I don’t…”
“Oh-“
After hearing this John shouts
“Yes! I can get you something, one second!”
John runs into 221B, retuning 5 minites later with a bag full of crack cocaine.
He drops the crack on the floor
“For you… my love” he says as he moves his hand over to the terdoactyls wing, he rubs the terodactels scales.
“Oh- wow”
The terodactel picks up the cracks and snorts.
The pure relief entering its body as its pupils dilate. It is now high.
"Thank you, John, however can I repay you? I really needed that hit."
"I do have an itch that needs scratching."
"Name the price."
The pterodactyl looks up at John, batting his eyes slowly. John returns the gaze, strong and steely.
"Like this." John leans in and places his lips delicately on the pterodactyls. The kiss is slow, warm. Their mouths intertwined and heavenly. The kiss deepens, getting more and more feverish.
"God, you're going-"
"Shut up." John takes the pterodactyls arms (Wings?) holding them, kissing hard, ciphoning gasps out of the dinosaur.
"Oh my- god."
John's eyes drop.
"That's not all I can do."