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

[detectivegenius]

How old are you? Do you have anyone else here that you know?

[modernholmes]

I'm seven. Ran-neechan is here with me, but she's staying in a different room.

[detectivegenius]

You're... Isn't it a little... daunting staying on your own?

[modernholmes]

I like it.

[detectivegenius]

[Okaaaaay. He's just going to go with the assumption that someone at least checks up on him every now and then.] Maybe you can go stay with Ran? Or get her to talk to Sherlock if he's not listening to you?

[modernholmes]

I already talked to Ran-neechan about it.

[detectivegenius]

What was her advice?

[modernholmes]

She's going to talk to Sherlock-niichan.

[detectivegenius]

I hope it works out for you.

[modernholmes]

Thanks! I'm sure this won't last very long.