When Sherlock turned six years old

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

Miss Mun,

(I'm only calling you "miss" because Mother and Daddy say I have to be respectful to my elders.)

Doing this to me just because you had "icon spaces" left? Is hateful!
Just what do you hope to do, anyway?

[The pout is strong today.]

You never stop finding new ways to punish me.  Mother and Daddy are going to be very cross when they find out!

Just leave me to my reading among the funny grave stones! I am happy here. I don't want to "explore emotions", even if Myc says I'm quite emotional.

(Maybe especially because he said that!)

Your Muse,
'Lockie

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[wealldosillythings]

[no words. Just this face]

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[Oh yes, all the pouting.]

Shut-up, Molly.

[wealldosillythings]

[She points to herself.

I

Raises a hand and makes a Pac-Man like shape, opening it up and down.

said

Then crosses both her arms in an X symbol.

nothing.

She will come and sit near him, if he'll let her.]

sadly only had three slots LOL

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[He frowns in an expression that is easy to see how it will manifest later.]

You were thinking really hard.

[He's been told to be careful with how he talks in public, but he already knows Molly, so it's not "public" is it? He gestures for her to sit, even though she had already started to.]

You think I'm cute and cuddly. I'm not your teddy bear.

[Sherlock currently sleeps with his cutlass and his books, so he's not going to be anyone's teddy bear. Books are better - especially if you can't sleep.]

Deeply tempted to re-find icons of a teen faceclaim

[wealldosillythings]

[She sits, holding her knees up against her chest.] Cute yes, but cuddly? No, sir.

[She smiles in spite of his pouting.]

My teddy had a pink bow, anyway. Not a hat like yours.

hahaha I hadn't intended this as enabling - Sherlock actually is very displeased with me.

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

Well, that's because pirates are better.

[At pretty much everything compared to teddy bears.]

[wealldosillythings]

Pirates are pretty cool. A pirate teddy bear would've been way cool.

Have you got a favorite pirate?

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[His lips twitch at the compromise.]

A pirate one might be good.

[He pauses. As the Mun figures out just how to play this. And decided to go without trauma, at least for this thread.]

Redbeard. It's why I... named my dog Redbeard.

[wealldosillythings]

[There's a soft gasp] Your dog? Oh you have to tell me all about him. Please?

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[Sherlock beams. The rewritten memories are so much better!]

He's a red Irish Setter. He's my best friend. And I'm his. He goes with me everywhere I go and even sneaks into my bedroom late at night to sleep with me - even though he's not allowed on the furniture.




[ooc: And this ancient thread, is basically canon for my Sherlock.]

Ashdgsgahs the ancient texts nearly forgotten

[wealldosillythings]

Sounds like he's your second-in-command, then. Trusted friend in arms, always got your back. Even if you're sleeping.

[The cuteness! Him actually talking about his damn self! It's just wholesome and Molly's a sucker for that]

Why's he not allowed on furniture? Does he shed?

I've saved so many of them - Golden age of DWRP, indeed...

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[Sherlock nods with all the seriousness his six year old self can manage.]

My First Officer. He's the best dog ever. Can't take him to school.

[He frowns at that. First Officers should be allowed in school.]


Maybe? I just know those are the rules. But the rules are dumb. Redbeard agrees.

[And neither have ever gotten into trouble, so it's very dumb since it's not even enforced.]

[wealldosillythings]

Well, I think with his legs it'd be very hard for him to sit at a desk like you or me. And some people, unfortunately, are allergic.

[She nods solemnly] It sucks when no one explains why the rules are the way they are.

[Shit she probably shouldn't be using language like "sucks" with a six year old.] Maybe you should ask your mummy and daddy about why it's a rule.

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

He could sit by me like he does at home. And if they had allergies, they should take medicine.

[He frows at her last suggestion.]

Why? They'd say something dumb like "We're the parents."

[wealldosillythings]

That might work short-term. But what about when he needs to go the bathroom? [She's going to pick her battles. She's not gonna try and logic a six year old about medicine. She knows it only goes so far.]

[She gives an empathetic smile. Yeah, her parents might've done the same.] Well...I was thinking that if you told them that you wanted to understand why, then maybe they'd explain it to you?

[She shrugs, a little sheepish] I'm sorry. I hated it when my parents did that, too.

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

He can go before we start, at lunch, and when we leave. Simple.

[Yes, Sherlock has all the answers. Though, he's a bit more careful when he talks to his parents.]

I'm not supposed to question them. Get into trouble.

[wealldosillythings]

[And who picks up the waste when he goes poo, Sherlock? Somehow she doubts it's him every time. But she's the adult here, so she holds her tongue.]

They don't like their authority being questioned. [She sighs] Yeah...I get that.

That must be frustrating. Does it make you mad?

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[He nods.]

Sometimes. Redbeard is good for that, too.

[wealldosillythings]

Yeah? How is that?

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

He makes me feel not mad.

[Duh!]

[wealldosillythings]

Just by being there? Or does he do something specific?

Toby's like that for me, but usually when I'm sad.

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

Ummm... He sits with me. Sometimes on me and lets me pet him. I don't know why that calms me down, but it does.

[When Sherlock is sad he adds in doggy kisses. And Redbeard lets Sherlock lay on him.]

[wealldosillythings]

Yeah, I find petting Toby really soothing. Dunno if it's 'cause he's soft or warm or what.

If I'm laying down and he's on my chest and purring, that's the best. Furry friends are special.

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[He nods.]

I know.

[There's nothing else to say to that.]

[wealldosillythings]

[She's having a nice time with him; she wonders if their pre-existing friendship or her hours of babysitting is making this feel easier. Or quite simply it's the fact she's not freaking out because weird stuff like this happens all the time because of Muns. She's been there before and probably will be again at some point.]

Did you mention reading before? What do you like to read?

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

Stories about pirates.

[He pauses and looks almost embarrassed.]

Sometimes I sneak into Myc's room and take one of his books. But even the ones he calls 'easy' are hard to read.

[wealldosillythings]

Mike? [3 second buffering] Oh, yes yes, of course, your brother. That Myc.

Well he's older, so that's understandable. When you have as much practice as he does, you'll read them, too.

[Oh no, curiosity is now an itch in her brain that wants to be scratched] What is he reading about, anyway?

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

School books, mostly. History and Government and stupid things that don't matter in the long run.

[Sherlock is six - politics are boring even for adults. He doesn't understand Myc's interest.]

He even reads that on his own. He's reading all about Margaret Thatcher right now.

[And let's be honest - early '80s? There's not much written about her yet.]

[wealldosillythings]

[Molly tries to stifle the urge to laugh, and ends up snorting] Ah, that's...that's Mycroft, alright.

....Okay yeah that one's a dull read. Boo on him.

[Did Mycroft pop out of the womb as a shrewd politically minded adult? The more she hears of his "childhood" the more it sounds like it ought to be true.]

It's been lovely talking with you, Sherlock. But I don't want to, I dunno, overstay my welcome. But...is there anything I can do for you before I go?

[Some things won't change: Molly Hooper, steadfast, ready to lend a hand.]

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[Mycroft is seven years older, Sherlock just assumes he's always been that way.]

Nope. Thanks though.

[He holds up his book.]

I got my book and Redbeard will come to keep me company.

[wealldosillythings]

You're always welcome.

[She starts to get up, and looks at the hat on his head. Considers ruffling his hair, and then doesn't. She briefly pats his shoulder and then waves.]

Bye-bye, Sherlock.