Do people really think Sherlock really put up some shelves for the chips shop’s owner?
Wasn’t it obvious that he was joking and being playful with Molly?
I always thought that Sherlock was just messing with her. His smile was “Do you really need to ask?!”
And some of them think it means he fucked him.
But he did fuck him. It’s all there in the knowing smirk. You see?
Chipshoplock. It’s canon.
The warm crackle of the fry oil and the smell of grease and batter in the air. The soft bowchabowing of a bass guitar.
"Oi mate, how do you like these extra portions?"
"So so extra."
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“This is wrong,” the man gasped.
“Wrong is a social construct,” Sherlock said, humming in concentration and pleasure. He gritted his teeth as his eyes rolled back in his head. “Your definition of wrong is rather archaic, anyway.”
“But what of the chips? It’s hardly sanitary!”
Sherlock shushed him with a leather-clad finger over his lips.
The chippy owner gripped the shelves in a white-knuckled hold. Thank goodness he’d bought the sturdier set, and that Sherlock knew how to follow IKEA’s directions. As they used those cordwood shelves for support, the chippy owner smiled. Who would have thought that Swedish ingenuity would be synonymous with crispy man-love?