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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Sept 20, 2021 3:56:18 GMT -5
This felt like a completely unfair situation to Sherlock. He had neither made Amico stop crying by making him feel better, nor made Amico let go by making him feel worse. Now he was just…both of those things at once. It wasn’t like Sherlock had said he was going to starve anytime soon. Obviously, it would take a while for that to happen, but here he was, acting like he thought he was in immediate danger. This was why Sherlock didn’t talk to children. Messy, nonsensical things.
He groaned and tipped himself backwards, ending up on his back and staring at the ceiling. He could probably have given Amico something to knock him unconscious for a few hours, if he could have gotten up, but if he could have gotten up, he wouldn’t have needed it. Why couldn’t it have been Moriarty again…
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Oct 18, 2021 2:22:14 GMT -5
It would seem like Amico had no intention of actually letting Sherlock go. Instead, he remained, with his hands clasped around the detective's leg.
He at least didn't seem to remain that way for long. Eventually his eyes wandered closed and he was finally, finally allowed to sleep. It was only then that he actually let go of Sherlock.
But since Sherlock didn't know what patience looked like, this was unlikely to be an event which repeated itself. But he could at least get up again. Move around. So forth.
(So did we want to introduce more characters to torture entertain Sherlock? //holds up other small children. >:-) )
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Nov 9, 2021 20:57:24 GMT -5
boopers just for me
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Dec 6, 2021 1:59:41 GMT -5
boopers
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Dec 6, 2021 19:38:10 GMT -5
Sherlock leaned back, lying flat on his back on the floor as he was finally released. He didn’t understand the fascination with these things at all. Why were people so attached to them? They were a pain. He couldn’t imagine being forced to live with one.
At least he could stand up now. He pushed himself to his feet, dusting himself off, then aggressively rubbing both hands through his black curls a few times, trying to get himself back to where he’d been when the boy had knocked.
“Evidence, evidence, it’s all evidence, but where…” he muttered, and moved, knocking a few objects out of his way without noticing what they were, until he finally found what he was looking for: evidence bags. Then he scrambled back over to the sleeping child and began to take samples of the blood on his clothes. It would have been ideal to do it immediately, but better late than never, he supposed, at least under these circumstances.
(Yes p l e a s e toss them all in)
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 2, 2022 0:17:43 GMT -5
There was a knock on the door. Not one Sherlock could hear, but he would here someone constantly press a finger to the bell, over and over and over again.
And again, and again, and again.
Diiiiiiiiiiiing, ding, ding, ding, diiiiiiiiiiing.
Clearly someone wanted Sherlock's attention.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jan 4, 2022 21:38:35 GMT -5
Sherlock turned, eyes narrowing as they landed on the door.
Most people considered excessive bell ringing to be annoying. Sherlock knew this first hand, since it was useful for speeding up the general door-answering process a bit.
He didn’t know who else did that. Only that the sound bothered him, so he moved to the door and pulled it open, not bothering to hide the sight of the child unconscious behind him.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 31, 2022 19:37:08 GMT -5
It was a small child. He looked up at Sherlock very, very briefly. Then, seeing the unconscious child behind Sherlock, the small boy hurried passed the supposed great detective, squeezing around his legs until he could check on Amico.
The little boy was about the same ages - maybe a year older at most - and similar skinniness. Only where on Amico it looked unhealthy, on this boy it just looked lean. They both had brown hair, but other than that, the resemblance ended. They weren't brothers, but the other little boy seemed to know the first.
"What did you do?" he asked, semi-accusingly to Sherlock. Amico did seem to be waking up though, so there was that.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Mar 9, 2022 20:11:39 GMT -5
Bump
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Mar 15, 2022 15:41:07 GMT -5
It took Sherlock a moment to understand.
It wasn’t as though he was looking down. His gaze traveled over the small figure for the second time that day, expecting someone closer to his own height.
“Excuse me, yes - hullo?” He looked down abruptly as small figure darted past him and into the house. He watched the child approach the other child, a bewildered expression replacing the focused one he’d had whole collected evidence. One random child was odd enough but a *second* one?
“I didn’t do anything!” He protested, closing the door behind him. “He’s asleep, obviously. Don’t touch him.”
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 14, 2022 16:10:05 GMT -5
The fact that the arrows weren't leading anywhere that Aesop could see did not put his mind at ease in the least. Instead, he just sighed and nodded. "Alright. If you say so. And the living spaces do look odd. They're all exposed."
He didn't see how anyone could live there. It was too open. Even still, he had to ask, "You talk about the House like it's alive."
The whole demeanor of the boy was very prickly and he seemed to instantly dislike Sherlock, for some unknown reason. Either way, he did seem to be waiting for his answer, at the very least.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on May 14, 2022 12:19:04 GMT -5
boop
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jun 12, 2022 11:49:37 GMT -5
Bump for now, I shall post soon ))
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jun 12, 2022 18:25:28 GMT -5
Sherlock narrowed his eyes. The child seemed to be…still standing there.
“I didn’t do anything,” he repeated, pointing to the first child. “I don’t even know why you’re here. Do you want something? Are you part of the case? Are you relevant? Do you have legal guardians?”
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jul 12, 2022 15:46:41 GMT -5
“You’re mean,” said the small child and tried to push past Sherlock. Clearly not intending to answer. But also unable to get past. The kid stopped his foot, crossed his arms, and looked up at Sherlock again.
“You have my friend, don’t you?” he asked, sounding deeply annoyed that the answer might be no. Even if it was, he still didn’t seem to think that Sherlock was going to lie to him. Though whether or not Sherlock wanted to deal with unpredictable children ruining his cases was another matter.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jul 14, 2022 12:04:45 GMT -5
(Should I toss in a Rue soon :eyes:)
“Hardly,” Sherlock protested, though he doubted he’d know if he was mean. Past experience suggested he probably wouldn’t. “I’m not mean, I’m busy. And you’re not covered in evidence, which means I have absolutely no use for you. Goodbye.”
He stepped back, meaning to shut the door. Surely this random child had somewhere better to be than…
“Hold on, did you say you knew the other one?”
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Aug 8, 2022 23:58:05 GMT -5
(Yessss! That would be deeply amusing.)
"Yes!" the small boy insisted, looking up at Sherlock with his arms crossed. And he stuck his foot (and most of his leg) in the door as well. Not that this would do much good, since he was small enough that it was highly possible that Sherlock could just lift him up and put him aside, but the sentiment was there. This boy was not going to be easy to get rid of.
Take that.
He continued to be obstinate and wrinkled his nose at Sherlock.
"And you smell like blood."
And had flakes of it on him.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Sept 29, 2022 20:51:41 GMT -5
(Bump.)
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