#Storm in a teacup clothing free
#Storm in a teacup clothing windows

'Irregularities on the feet that cannot bear its size.

Dwarfism.' Mycroft observed with critical eyes towards his younger brother. 'A boy of seven-' Sherlock interrupted as he saw what he missed. 'Sixth.' Mycroft responded as they stood shoulder to shoulder, 'A smaller pair that came from the underground stairs over there-' And another big man of sixth feet with a bad leg judging the way he carried himself hiding under the stairs.' The other a lanky man standing at the adjacent room with long trousers it took most of the dust with it. 'Two men on the left-one tall and another bulky with gigantic steps that could cover the distance in two sweeps. 'Four?' the detective suggested casually with eyes extending to the darkest part of the hall. Now that he was here, he might as well use it to practice. Mycroft had always been his better when it came to the power of deduction and was only at fault for being too lazy to move. In fact, he would be surprised if Mycroft cannot tell him the exact number of people that were there at the moment. Narrowing his eyes, he knew recent footprints when he sees them and knew his older brother had noticed too. Most importantly to the detective, however, was accumulation of dust on the floor. Some tapestry was strewn on what used to be a couch in front of them and as Sherlock observed, knew that not only humans benefitted on its remaining parts. There were two entry way on their left side that lead to the stairs and another room while another one was in their immediate front which was likely to lead to other adjoining rooms the light did not reach. Plenty of papers, boxes and clothes were scattered around too, some laid with dust atop it while others appeared to have been recently dropped. The ground floor was small, barely the size of his own flat's living room at Baker Street with its marble floor broken with pieces missing in places.

#Storm in a teacup clothing windows

Windows that were able to salvage pieces of its glasses were covered in thick dust poor examples of clothing hung about it like eerie ghosts while some had wooden planks crossed in order to discourage additional unwanted tenants. The derelict building was in the heights of falling apart. When he was able to use them a second next, something which he had already expected greeted his view.

#Storm in a teacup clothing free

He turned to the right side of the door, onto the dilapidated wall and with one reach of his free hand, switched on the hall lights-a fluorescent covered in cobwebs-that momentarily blinded Sherlock. 'What for, we're not explorers.' Mycroft moved about with a sudden light coming from his right hand the detective recognize to be a mobile LED light. 'Surely you brought a torchlight?' Sherlock grumbled as they stepped inside the gloom with the door shutting close behind them it left them in total darkness amidst the cool and somewhat murky surrounding. 'Trespass it is.' Mycroft sighed next and turned the knob of the house which, suspiciously, was not locked. 'That's dull.' Sherlock murmured quietly. For all you know this might only be a casual meeting.' If you prefer a misadventure with your best friend, you can always turn around and hail a cab. 'Isn't this what you wanted?' Mycroft didn't even look his way, 'The mystery, the running, abandoned buildings and a brilliant mastermind?' only at that did Mycroft raise an eyebrow at him smugly. It was not like Mycroft to be persuaded easily just because he happened to be on the scene so nine out of ten the consulting detective knew there was a catch. 'Why are you letting me tag along?' said Sherlock abruptly and quite suspiciously at his older brother as they stood waiting by the doorway. Holmes brother brilliant! Too short though O.O A/N: An early treat ) It was just brilliant xD