Sadie:
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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.”
“Sher’yock turn a’ pick the story?”
“It’s my turn actually.”
“My’coff turn?” Jawn giggled, drying his hands by wiping them on the front of his jams.
“My, My, My, My!” Sherlock cried, wrapping himself around his older brother like a sniveling little barnacle. Mycroft rolled his eyes and scooped the little detective up and headed for the nursery. “Quickly, Jawn.”
“Qui’k y’ike bunny!” Jawn chirped, both hands buried in the prize bucket.
“Precisely,” Mycroft called over his shoulder as he entered the dark nursery. He tried to set Sherlock down on the cot but the baby wailed and clung tighter. “Oh, for heavens sake!” He propped sherlock’s bum against the bed and strained to flip on the bedside lamp.
“My’coff, I pick one!”
“Good boy, come into the nursery.”
“I foun’ a dinosaur to be fren’s wi’f Jeffrey!”
Sadie:
“That’s wonderful. Bring them with you.”
Mycroft heard Jawn’s feet thudding through the flat and shook his head…Mrs. Hudson simply had to have ear plugs.
Either that, or she had gone a bit deaf and wasn’t telling anybody.
Jawn bounded into the room and, before Mycroft could say “No!”, took a flying leap onto the cot next to Sherlock.
…The entire floor of this flat was just going to cave in one day; he’d be willing to bet money on it.
“Look’id, Sher’yock!” Jawn babbled excitedly as he showed off his new plastic-moulded friend. “He’s a shar’b tooth!”
Sherlock sniffled around his thumb, and released his grip on his brother’s sleeve.
“A shark tooth?”
“A SHAR’B TOOTH!”
“There’s no need to shout.” Now that his little brother was sufficiently distracted, Mycroft walked over to the bookshelf at the opposite side of the room, and began to look for a book. A particular book.
“Bu’d you didn’t hear me a’firs time!”
“I heard you loud and clear.” Ah, there it was. Mycroft pulled the slim book from the shelf and looked at the cover; ‘The Tale of Peter Rabbit’.
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