sortinghat_rp | 06 [evening of March 30th]

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06 [evening of March 30th]

Thank God the egg hunt thing is over with. Don't get me wrong. It looked like everyone who was participating was having a lot of fun... when they managed to stay the right shape, size, and species... but I just couldn't get anywhere near those things. After everything that happened with the snakes last month, I think I might still have some latent egg-related trauma. If someone told me I turn beet red or get the thousand-yard stare when big plates of boiled eggs are served at mealtimes, I probably wouldn't be surprised.

It all worked out for the best in the end, though. Avoiding the hunt gave me lots of time to study and practice Apparition. With any luck, I won't be splinching myself when the Trace gets lifted from me tomorrow. Easter just had to fall on my birthday this year, didn't it?

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[A light blush flares across John's face, turning his cheeks and ears rather pink. He looks down at the table and drums his fingers a bit against it awkwardly.] Yeah, well... uh, I'm sure you're right there. That's just Tony being Tony. Anyone who tries as hard as he does to make cracking punch-worthy remarks a hobby ought to be taken with a grain of salt.

[It's stupid and he knows it is but making John blush fills him with no small amount of pride.]

Has he given more reasons for me to punch him or are you going to have the honor this time?

All the fake flirting he pulls aside, I think he's actually trying to be on what passes for his best behavior because of what he has with Bruce now. Still, what Tony considers good behavior and what the rest of the world considers good behavior aren't really on the same wavelength.

You've already had your crack at him, so it really ought to be my turn the next time he deserves it. Though if he ever pulls something really awful, we can always tag team.

I somewhat doubt you'd be up for a two-on-one fight with a fourteen year old but it's a very nice mental image all the same.

[He smiled, rather happy to be out with John tonight.]

I suppose I should ask you how you would best like to spend the eve of your birthday. I thought perhaps wandering out towards the other end of town and catching fireflies or star gazing might be a bit nice but it's a bit chilly. There are some blankets in the shack, though.

No, you're right. I wouldn't let us do that. ... but he doesn't have to know that.

[John scratched at his chin in thought.] I don't know if the fireflies would be out yet, unless they're magical fireflies wearing lightweight but practical spring coats. But the sky is shockingly clear for Scotland in spring, so that and the star-watching might be a good idea, even if we have to resort to the shack's dog blankets.

I don't really care what we get up to, though I would rather like to still be out when midnight ticks around. Since that's when my birthday actually starts and all.

I could get us a room here. Gives us someplace a little more inviting than the shack to pass the time in.

Might be more inviting, but it gives people more of a chance to remember our faces here. Plus, don't you have to give your name to rent a room?

Yes, but as long as "Mr. Sigerson" has gold, I doubt there will be any problems.

[He waves his heavy coin purse.]

Sigerson? [He sighs and shrugs.] Well... I suppose that if we get caught people are already going to assume we've eloped, so we might as well be comfortable and not reeking of dog and damp from the shack.

You could do worse.

[He smirks and gets them a room as well as two more drinks and a small thing of cake. He lets John have the key as he puts their things on the table.]

She winked. Not sure what that means but I think we have a nice room.

[John scoffed, but it was a fond sound.] If this were a Muggle hotel, I'd say that that wink would mean that she gave us a room with a heart-shaped Jacuzzi and a bed with a coin-operated vibration function.

Muggle lovers sleep in vibrating beds shaped like hearts?

[Sherlock could not help but be rather curious about these facts. What a backwards sort of people muggles sometimes were...]

[Oh God. Why, John? Why do you get yourself into situations like this?]

No! Er, I mean. Not usually. Sometimes they do. When certain types of very tacky people are trying to be romantic. Or sometimes if they're not and they just want... well.

So, strangely shaped beds with mechanical functionalities are considered a romantic novelty item?

[He shrugged]

We could maybe enchant it to vibrate if you wanted but I'm rather sure it's of sturdy construction.

Ah, no, thanks. Seems like the staff here already have the wrong idea; the last thing we need is a suspicious noise complaint thanks to a rattling - wait... wait, wait, hold on.

'It'? The room you booked has got one bed?

What, you actually wanted to sleep here overnight and return to the castle tomorrow morning for breakfast? I was under the impression the room was for more comfortable temporary lodgings and a place to keep out of sight. Why suffer pretenses over functionality? A double is more than sufficient for our purposes.

Besides which, she didn't ask, she just assigned it to me.

[John sighs and rubs at the bridge of his nose.] God, given what you said about the winking thing, I really should've seen that coming sooner.

Fine. Just... please warn me if you're the type who kicks in their sleep.

I have no intentions of sleeping. Though I can't imagine I'd be much for thrashing at all face down. Not really the most active of positions.

[John stares blank-faced at Sherlock for several very, very long seconds before he stiffly looks around, wondering if anyone overheard such an easily misconstrued statement. Fortunately, he doesn't see anyone doing any obvious eavesdropping, and he slumps a little in relief.]

Sometimes it's really hard to tell if you know what some of the things you say sound like, or if it's all truly astounding coincidence.

[He gives him a confused look for a moment then rolls his eyes.]

Oh, for god's sake. I sleep on my stomach. I was merely commenting that knees don't bend in such a way as to permit me to kick you.

[He kicks him under the table.]

It's rather a face-to-face sort of action.

I know what you were talking about, but you have to admit, the way you phrased that was... open to alternate interpretations.

[He winces at the kick. Oh, two can play at that game. He gives his own retaliative kick and... nothing. He furrows his brow and tries again. No dice. Either Sherlock is just that adept at predicting people and dodging their attacks, or...

His eyes narrow into a squint.]

So... my legs might not be quite long enough to kick you. But they tried very hard.

I cannot bother to censor myself for the Tony-minded of the world. I would have a very limited vocabulary indeed.

[He watched John fumble in his seat a few times, not really sure what he was doing, but when John spoke...

It was probably bad form to laugh at the soon-to-be birthday boy but so be it. Repressing the giggle was not an option.]

Shall I offer you my knuckles to rap upon instead?

[He put forth the back of one hand.]

[John looks at the offered hand skeptically for a few seconds. On one hand, it's kind of a patronizing gesture. On the other, his shin does hurt a bit...

No. He can do worse. He can do far, far worse. He can resort to miserable puns.]

I'll pass. Rapping you on your knuckles would make me feel like a nun, and I don't want to get into such a bad habit.

[Sherlock is not going to laugh at that. It was terrible. It was absolutely terrible.

But really, all he has to do is look at John disapprovingly before he cracks into a smile and laughs.]

That is so much worse than anything I could ever inadvertently imply.

[It doesn't take long for John to crack and lapse into a fit of giggles himself.]

It was pretty godawful, wasn't it? But I think the situation called for some very cruel pun-ishment.

[He finally began to settle down a little bit.]

So you're not likely to kick me if the stars happen to align just right and you do actually sleep for once. That's good. You probably already know this, since you've dabbled in being a creeper and have watched me sleep before, but I only kick or thrash around when I have a nightmare. Good thing it's been a long time since I've had one of those.

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