It had been awhile since Karla had been to Max's office and since she was already distracted and twitchy, perhaps she could be forgiven for poking her head into the wrong office.
"Professor Max?" she called. "Are you--oh."
Someone had just noticed the skinny male lying on the couch. On the plus side, her powers of observation had definitely begun suggesting she was in the wrong office.
"That doesn't sound like sour grapes at all," Karla mused, leaning against his door. For comfort, yes. "Did you say the same thing when you didn't get a pony for your birthday?"
Sherlock just shrugged, filing that away to be deleted as unnecessary. "I wanted a violin. Is there a reason you're in my office? Is this about Jonothon again?"
"Jono..." Confusion flittered across Karla's face before comprehension dawned. "You're him aren't you? Forelock or something. The teacher that harassed Jono and got scolded by Raven."
Karla hadn't grown up with the iconic character. She was allowed to make a mistake every now and again. Like confusing Sherlock's brother with a major computer company.
If pressed, Mycroft might insinuate there was a reason for that...
Sherlock seemed to give that due thought for all of a second. "Sherlock. And I suppose that might be considered a scolding had she not fled just when it was getting interesting."
"Raven fears her own anger," Karla said with a shrug. "I assure you, I don't."
Which meant there was a scolding coming, oh yes. "So let's just be very clear that if I find out you're upsetting any of my friends--and that goes beyond Jono and Raven--I have no compunctions about coming here and bitching you out. There's a difference between curiosity and treating people like they're lab rats about to be dissected on the table of your own blinding need to know."
"If there is a problem, I sincerely doubt Jonothon would keep silent about it," Sherlock replied dryly. "I don't understand this pathological need you all seem to have for coddling. Is it some misplaced paternal instinct?"
"Maternal," Karla shot back. Hey, she came from a matriarchy, after all. "And there's a difference between coddling and caring. People here have nasty scars that you don't know about. And poking those scars can lead to more than just hurt feelings and tears. Sometimes people don't want you poking around because they're worried for you."
"Professor Max?" she called. "Are you--oh."
Someone had just noticed the skinny male lying on the couch. On the plus side, her powers of observation had definitely begun suggesting she was in the wrong office.
"Hell's fire."
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"I possess a brain," he informed her helpfully. "That would be first of many clues that you've found the wrong man."
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Hello strange teacher! How are you?
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Like John! Though, in his case, not a bad thing.
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Karla, for example, had wanted one until she was five and got hers. Then, from seven on, she'd wanted a horse.
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Sherlock just shrugged, filing that away to be deleted as unnecessary. "I wanted a violin. Is there a reason you're in my office? Is this about Jonothon again?"
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Karla hadn't grown up with the iconic character. She was allowed to make a mistake every now and again. Like confusing Sherlock's brother with a major computer company.
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Sherlock seemed to give that due thought for all of a second. "Sherlock. And I suppose that might be considered a scolding had she not fled just when it was getting interesting."
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Which meant there was a scolding coming, oh yes. "So let's just be very clear that if I find out you're upsetting any of my friends--and that goes beyond Jono and Raven--I have no compunctions about coming here and bitching you out. There's a difference between curiosity and treating people like they're lab rats about to be dissected on the table of your own blinding need to know."
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Darkness only knew why.
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"Why?"
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