i had a dream that it was pouring down rain and a sad and wet mycroft knocked on my door asking for shelter. I ask him how he got here and he told me the storm blew his frail body over like a leaf.
I bring the poor shivering guy in. I bring him a towl and tell him i might have some clothes he can wear but they will be loose. He declines. He stands there in my kitchen, literally a wet dog dripping onto my tile floor waiting as i make him a hot cup of cocoa.
Mycroft glances at the coin emergency box meant for money that says 'Break in case of emergency' that i repurposed to hold a spare shitty 9mm derrenger (loaded) with 2 extra 9mm bullets, he notices the edgy artwork i put behind the derringer at the backing of the box, and anime boy in dress shirt and tie holding a gun out with blood splattered everywhere.
Mycroft shakes his head.
I then offer Mycroft something to eat. I open my fridge but there really isnt much of anything edible in there. I open my freezer and the first thing I pull out is venison, then pheasant. Mycroft seems displeased.
I begin to sperg: "There is nothing wrong with eating venison its perfectly healthy and i find it tastes better than beef, even. Pheasant isnt too bad but you need to soak it in brine first. I've had other meats too, I've had 8 groundhogs and i even tried raccoon! Its real gamey but once i tried putting it through a meat grindr and i made raccoon burgers and its like the gamey taste went away"
"You need to shut the heck up", Mycroft replies
