Persephone: I leave in three days
Hades: do you want me to cry?
Hades: do you want me to cry in front of the souls? Is that what you want?
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John: Do you want to get takeaway with us tonight?
Greg: No, thanks. Mycroft’s picking me up. We’re gonna watch Die Hard.
John: You’re going to see him again??
Sherlock: Blink once if you’re in danger.
Mycroft: John… I think… I think I might have a crush on Gregory…
John: Well, congrats! You’re officially the last one to know!
Mycroft: You’ve been avoiding me, Detective Inspector.
Greg: Christ! How did you do that, without turning around?
Mycroft: *Turns around* To be perfectly honest, the first couple of people I did that to were not you, but.. here we are.
Greg: I can fit the whole world in my hands.
Mycroft: Impos-
Greg: *cups his face gently*
Mycroft: *blushing* Stop- I-I have a reputation.
Greg, in his head: Wait, is Mycroft actually into me? Quick, I’ll make a bad joke and see if he laughs.
Greg: Hey Mycroft, did you hear the one about the skeleton who couldn’t go to the party? He had no BODY to go with.
Mycroft: *laughs*
Greg, in his head: Well that’s not a fair test – that joke’s hilarious
Mycroft: This is not working out. You two will just have to sit down and talk it out. We’ll start small. Sherlock, say something nice to Gregory.
Sherlock: Okay, fine. Despite my initial-
Greg: Absolutely insane behaviour-
Sherlock: Shut up- despite my initial concerns, I can see now that you seem to make Mycroft very happy and that’s… good.
Mycroft: Alright. Now Gregory, now you say something nice to Sherlock.
Greg: Sherlock… you’ve got a really hot brother.
Greg: Okay guys, how do I ask Mycroft out?
Mary: Roses are red, violets are blue, my bed has room for two.
Greg: Oh my god, no!
John: Twinkle twinkle little star, we can do it in a car.
Greg: STOP IT!
Sally: Row, row, row your boat, gently down the stream. Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, I can make you scream.
Greg: Fuck you all. I’m leaving.
Mycroft: I wasn’t sure what kind of chocolates you like so I got them all.
Greg: Myc, there are like 300 boxes here.
Mycroft: I panicked, okay?! Valentine’s Day is very stressful!
Greg: I’m going to marry you.
Mycroft: No one would want to marry me, I’m a handful.
Greg: Not to worry, I have two hands.
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