[And there's the umbrella. Seriously? Again!? Genuine anger flashes on Flynn's face at Mycroft's intervention and the pointy end stabbing him. Again.]
I told you to keep that thing away from me!
[Another of Flynn's vines wraps itself around the handle and Mycroft's wrist. He tugs at both, spinning it around and forcefully rams the umbrella back into Mycroft's shoulder. There, how do you like that? Not so fun having a piece of dirty rubble embedded in you, is it?! Jerk!
Except he also yelps in indignant irritation when John bites him. Come on! Flynn lashes out, striking him across the face and the back, the vines cracking like whips while the grip around Sherlock's neck tightens.]
You lied to me, didn't you! You don't really care about my plants either!
[The saplings and spores on the ground keep spreading, taking root, proceeding to climb over the icy ground and creeping up legs and whatever other unlucky body parts happen to be close to the ground.]
Why can't you guys just trust me!? I know what I'm doing!
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I told you to keep that thing away from me!
[Another of Flynn's vines wraps itself around the handle and Mycroft's wrist. He tugs at both, spinning it around and forcefully rams the umbrella back into Mycroft's shoulder. There, how do you like that? Not so fun having a piece of dirty rubble embedded in you, is it?! Jerk!
Except he also yelps in indignant irritation when John bites him. Come on! Flynn lashes out, striking him across the face and the back, the vines cracking like whips while the grip around Sherlock's neck tightens.]
You lied to me, didn't you! You don't really care about my plants either!
[The saplings and spores on the ground keep spreading, taking root, proceeding to climb over the icy ground and creeping up legs and whatever other unlucky body parts happen to be close to the ground.]
Why can't you guys just trust me!? I know what I'm doing!