In the woods

[bitofafiction]

It was a matter of some internal debate what Sherlock would do after finding his rooms. Options included: read the rulebook; explore the grounds; pick the locks on a dormitory door just to see if he could.

As tempting as he found the last option, he has put it aside for now, and can be found in the north end of the woods with his rulebook tucked under his arm. Occasionally, when he finds a nice spot to sit and read for a while, he does just that.

Comments

[princesspowerful]

Molly was exploring the grounds and when you're exploring of course you go into the woods. Why wouldn't you? She's not afraid! After a bit of wandering she comes upon a man and decides to hover over him to see what he's doing.

[bitofafiction]

The 'man' part of that sentence is debatable, seeing as Sherlock is only seventeen. Then again, age is a complicated subject with him.

What he's doing, at the moment, is reading his rulebook on a bench outside a small pavilion. He doesn't react immediately to her presence, but says as he turns the next page a few seconds later: "Good afternoon, miss."

[princesspowerful]

Seventeen is still much older than she is, so man seemed to fit for her, even if he wasn't an adult. If he was an adult she really wouldn't be talking with him. They're evil, you know.

For the entire time he doesn't respond to her, she just stares. And fixes her frog hat. And rocks back and forth impatiently, "Why are you reading?"

[bitofafiction]

"I thought it might be prudent," he answers without looking up.

[princesspowerful]

She tilts her head, "What does that mean?"

[bitofafiction]

Still without looking up: "Prudent. Wise. A good idea. It is always better to know the rules."

[princesspowerful]

Have more of a blank stare, "OH YOU MEAN SMART. That's dumb! Just play!"

[bitofafiction]

He meets her stare with one of his own at last, silently raising his eyebrows.

[princesspowerful]

"...What?" It made sense to her, just figure it out as you go along.

[bitofafiction]

"Improvisation has its place, but on the whole I prefer to know what I am doing before I try to do it."

[princesspowerful]

Blink, blink, "Imp- what?"

[bitofafiction]

"Improvisation: acting without a specific plan."

[princesspowerful]

"Do you know everything?"

[bitofafiction]

A brief smile flickers across his face.

"I try."

[princesspowerful]

"Do you have a computer brain?"

[bitofafiction]

"No, as a matter of fact."

[princesspowerful]

"Are you sure?"

[thatguywhohasablog]

"Yo." Some of Dave's diminutive thirteen-year-old cool has been banished by the Utopia Academy uniform now that he's put it on, but he refuses to lose the shades. His hands are in his pockets, rumpling up the vest. "So I'm gonna fight this Weinberg guy. He's like twice as tall as me or something but I can probably take him. You cool with that?"

[bitofafiction]

"Since I am inclined to agree with your assessment of the odds, yes. Have you read these?" He indicates the open book in his lap. "Fascinating material. Apparently I require your written permission to use any of the school facilities. It would be kind of you to provide it."

Sherlock, of course, has so far refused to touch the uniform. He is much more comfortable in one of Tony's cast-off jackets.

[thatguywhohasablog]

"Seriously?" Dave stares down at the book. "Wow, okay. You got a pen?"

[bitofafiction]

"Yes and yes."

Sherlock fishes a pen and paper out of his stubbornly non-uniform pockets.

[thatguywhohasablog]

"Thanks, bro."

A minute later he hands them back. The note reads, in a sort of pointy triangular scrawl:

okay so in my monumental playerly magnanimosity i hereby grant this sherlock holmes dude the express official written permission to do basically whatever the fuck he likes without getting shit for it because thats more stupid than i can even work up the enthusiasm to get seriously pissed off about.

here is my official signature:

dave motherfucking strider

(note how ive included my middle name here like you shovelhanded chimpanzees have so far failed to. keep the fuck up guys.)

[bitofafiction]

He chuckles.

"Excellent. Is that in fact your middle name, or was it purely for effect?"

[thatguywhohasablog]

"It's the middle name I'm filing to get included in their official documents," Dave replies with a shrug.

[bitofafiction]

Serenely: "I wish you the best of luck in that endeavour."