hamish trying to get sherlock to play with him
[prompt | a c c e p t e d]
“You should go outside.”
“…I know your powers of observation are grossly under-developed, John, but in case it escaped you - I’m a grown man.”
“Stop whinging. You’ve already got your coat on.”
“Why don’t you go out and entertain him?”
“Well he doesn’t want me, does he?”
“And that doesn’t upset you?”
“No. I’ve spent the last three days with Hamish. You were wrapping up that ‘Bookkeeper’s Labyrinth’ case.”
“Well I ju- Oh god, is that what you’re calling it?! …. Where on earth do you come up with these dreadful titles?”
“Don’t change the subject.”
Sherlock peered down to see Hamish; his son’s eyes oddly hopeful, hands in the position Sherlock imagined most people used in charades when they mimed ‘begging’. He smirked.
With his usual, dramatic flourish - Sherlock swept out of the sitting room, and scampered down the steps of 221b.
The excited, enthusiastic smile Hamish greeted him immediately logged into his Mind Palace.
“What should we do!?” the younger asked hurriedly.
“…Smuggle two balls of snow inside, and pelt your dad. Come along.”
Merlin: Er.. Arthur, what are you doing with this snow ball? Oh no. No, no, no, no. I know that face.. Oh, please..