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.

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[confidente]

Stay out of it. [ His voice takes on an annoyed edge, this really isn't your problem Conan, even if you are being affected by it. This is something the grown ups have to deal with themselves. ] I'm sorting it, that's all you need to know. You'll get your night's sleep, I promise.

[modernholmes]

[The more someone told him to stay out of something the more Conan wanted to involve himself.]

How?

[confidente]

Like I said before, you don't need to know.

[modernholmes]

You realize I'll figure it out anyway, right?

[confidente]

[ He... couldn't really care. He just wants Conan to butt out of it. ] Good for you.