muse box for people

The house was finally quiet after the celebrations of the day, marking the achievement of the twins not only not being expelled from sixth form, but actually managing to graduate. Mycroft was still in the kitchen, no dout eating the entire contents of the fridge while no-one was looking. Sherrinford could hear him banging around down there and he hated it.

He needed to do something. He was far too young to become an adult. Jobs and serious relationships were still an abstract concept.

"Sherlock!" he declared, bounding from his bed to his brother's. "We have to leave. I'm going mad."



[hastily imported from an AIM session.]