Dictated

[modernholmes]

 [For three days Sherlock had been keeping Conan up all night.  The short separation of the hallway between their rooms was not enough to block the overly loud noises of the other detective's activities.  Midnight violin practices.  That went on for hours.  Constant experimentation and loud sounds.

Conan HAD HAD ENOUGH.  His mind might have been that of an adult, but his body needed as much sleep as any child.  More, considering he still wasn't completely over his cold.  Since none of his requests for silence had had any effect he would just have to get creative.  

He pulls out his journal and begins to dictate into it in his best exhausted little kid voice.]

Sherlock-niichan is being really, really mean!  He won't let me sleep at all!  I tried asking him to stop making noise, but he just told me to go away.

Comments

[modernholmes]

Goku! [Have a worried Conan running toward you.]

[goldencirclet]

Hi Conan! Where's the meanie?

[modernholmes]

Not here. Now come on.

[Trying to tug Goku back into his room.]

[goldencirclet]

Then where is he?

[Pulled along =P]

[modernholmes]

He's out for the day. [Going into his room across the hallway.]

[goldencirclet]

Then ya should catch up on sleepin'!

[modernholmes]

There's too much to do during the day.

[goldencirclet]

But if yer tired, it's not gonna be done right anyway...

[modernholmes]

Even, so I wouldn't be able to sleep until I've finished everything.

[goldencirclet]

That's kinda silly. Yer gonna be tired!