I got requests for the Pocky game, so here’s my take on what would happen. ;)
For those who haven’t heard of it, Pocky are these stick-shaped chocolate covered cookie things, and the Pocky game is where two people start eating a Pockystick from each end. The person whose mouth comes off the Pocky first, or whoever gets to the middle first loses. If the participants end up kissing, it’s a tie. ^_~
***Sherlock ignored John at the Baby Shower ***Sherlock ignored John at the Christening ***Sherlock consults Mary instead of John ***Sherlock can’t tell the difference between John and a red balloon ***Sherlock tells John to take the bus because he doesn’t want to share a cab
And then on the bus John flirts with a woman and takes her phone number in order to get the affection he can’t get elsewhere.
Who the fuck do you think he’d rather get that affection from?
I’ll give you a hint: probably the same person he was dreaming about within a month of married life. Probably the same person he hoped would take him back, which is why he kept his shirts folded and ready to pack. Probably the same person he talked about incessantly to his wife within the first month of marriage. Yeah. John’s been unhappy for SO LONG. He’s wanted a certain lifestyle for SO LONG. A calm life with a wife and kids in the suburbs doesn’t suit him – that was made clear in His Last Vow.
John cheated?? Oh, honey, John’s been cheating on Mary since the day he shaved off that mustache.
Allura: For this mission, we’ll need someone to infiltrate the central hub by hiding in plain sight. Unfortunately, our faces are now common knowledge. I myself need to stay in the Castle to continue negotiations, so we sadly cannot shapeshift our way out of this problem.
Hunk: Ugh. I hate it when Plan S doesn’t work.
Allura: We must find a way into this hub. Does anybody have any idea how?
Coran: Princess… I think I may be able to do it.
Allura: Coran, are you sure? Your face is also exceedingly well-known… what kind of disguise would you even use?
Coran: The simplest one there is, of course! You want me to hide in plain sight, correct? Then there’s only one way to do this.
Lance: (cautiously weighs the razor in his hand) Coran… are you sure?
Coran, clutching onto his seat with a white-knuckled grip, tears in his eyes: Yes. Just, make it quick, please. For all our sakes.
Lance: (flips on electric razor’s switch) Godspeed, my friend.
Coran: (closes his eyes as the razor leers over his face)