Purple @ 05:08 am
John heaved an exasperated sigh. It was bad enough their living room looking very much like a tornado had just gone through, but repeatedly finding Sherlock’s laundry mixed in with his own was becoming a bit too much. He had a sneaking suspicion it wasn’t accidental either. And this time, his damn purple shirt had bled into one of his favorite sweaters! He was seriously lucky the shirt just happened to look amazing on him or John might have thrown it away out of spite. Instead, he folded it and set it aside, making a note to lecture him later.