Sadie:
(Sorry to have to split it up like this guys, but the other one was so big that I was having issues replying. I would be typing for 5 minutes and the text one the screen would still be on the first sentence.It was driving me nuts.)
Here’s the link to the majority of the rp (warning: massive post)
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“NOOOOOOOOOO!”
Mycroft actively ignored his little brother and turned to Jawn. “Here, give me that,” he said, reaching for the dirty flannel, “and go wash your hands.”
“Then ge’d a pry’ze?”
“Yes, then you get a prize.”
“MYYYYYYYYYYYYCCCCCCCCCCC!”
Jawn covered his ears with his wet, sudsy hands.
“Wonderful.” So much for ignoring poor behavior. Mycroft’s hands went to his hips and leaned over the big, screechy, weepy puddle that was Sherlock. “That is enough,” he said firmly.
“MYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY–!”
“That. Is. ENOUGH!”
Sherlock froze completely, cutting himself off mid-wail. He lifted his head and stared up at his brother, his eyes wide as saucers.
“Thank you,” Mycroft said, back to his regular tone of voice.
Sherlock continued to stare up his brother and sniffle, his chest hitching. He put a nervous finger to his mouth and began to worry with it, unsure of what was happening next.
“Jawn?”
“Y’ah?”
“Finish washing your hands, please,” Mycroft said, then bent down to help a reluctant Sherlock to his feet; “…then pick a prize and join us.”
Jawn stuck his hands back under the tap for a quick rinse. “Where you goin’?
“To pick out a story for bedtime.”
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