Will I still joke around and still dig those sounds? [open]

[whatsolarsystem]

Who: whatsolarsystem and YOU! Especially all you kiddies out there!
What: Sherlock wanders the ship, being annoyed by children.
When: During the drive event.
Where: Near the ball pit.
Warnings: ANNOYED DETECTIVE?

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[littleamant]

[And at said ballpit is a blond-haired 'boy', looking somewhat fascinated by the multicolored spheres that are all over the place. He's not going to jump in, no-- that seems like it'd ruin his clothes, and then he'd have to find a way to get new ones, or something equally as tedious.

Yes, he's a precocious little nation, so maybe Sherlock is spared somewhat.

When France turns, he notices Sherlock trudging around, and trots over towards the bigger man.]

Why so morose, monsieur?

[Straight and to the point.]

[whatsolarsystem]

[Sherlock nearly heaved a sigh when he saw the young one approach; instead, he did his best to steady his patience. (Though how long this patience would last, all things considered, was still up for debate.)

He looks down at the little boy. "Monsieur." French. Apparently well-dressed. The latter would perhaps explain his lack of enthusiasm for the ball pit which was the highlight of such an area, or at least was part of the deciding factor.

It did not mean, however, that Sherlock would not attempt to lure the child's attention elsewhere, away from himself.]

No particular reason. [That was a lie, of course, but he was in no mood to expand upon the truth.] Shouldn't you be flailing about in that ball pit over there? [He glanced out at said pit, indicating it.]

[littleamant]

[France turns his attention back towards the pit for a moment, before turning back towards Sherlock and shaking his head-- he seems strangely level-headed for a boy of his stature, but that's because he's already a few centuries old.]

Non. The colors are beautiful, oui, but they may come off on my clothes, and I don't have spares.

[Priorities, he has them. He stands in front of Sherlock, strangely authoritative despite his size.]

Anyway. You're morose, but there's no reason why you are? That doesn't make sense.

[whatsolarsystem]

[Sherlock cannot help but look down at the boy with a questioning expression; it was strange, indeed, that this little one was so mature. Granted, he'd hardly complain, as it made their meeting all the less of an irritation on his part.]

You're rather overly concerned about your clothes for a child. I can imagine your parents are happy concerning that.

[Sherlock is not impressed by this authoritative tone coming from France. Not because of his small stature, but rather because authority never really did mean much to him, in whatever form it presented itself.]

Ever heard of simply being in a bad mood? Woke up on the wrong side of the bed, et cetera?

[urnotafraid]

[ Kei told him that they really didn't need to borrow anything from other people. He had even proved it by making sure the tiny little street rat had some clothing that he could actually wear and not run around dressed in his older self's over-sized shirts. But to eight year old Sho, letting adults walk around without at least trying to take anything was just boring, especially when his brother and best friend were elsewhere being boring too and not helping him find more important things to do, like lock picking or something equally cool.

So spotting an adult trying to go through a crowd of kids, Sho decided to just riffle his pockets. Nothing fancy and he would just leave the stuff at the lost or found or something since they didn't need anything right now. It was gonna be just an exercise. Honestly. ]

[whatsolarsystem]

[It is impossible, or at least very difficult, to con a conman. The same would apply to the phrasing of stealing from a pickpocket.

Because Sherlock himself was very familiar with the practice, having stolen a badge or two (or five) from the sometimes frustrating Detective Inspector back in London, before his world had been blown to pieces. He knows the practices of pickpocketing and the signs of being a victim of one - from the type of approach to the wrong kind of rustling in his pockets.

It was the latter that triggered the warning in his mind, and he immediately reached down to grab whatever wrist was taking liberties in his trouser pocket.

It was a rather little wrist.]

...Looking for something, are we?

[urnotafraid]

[ Sho wiggled his fingers a little bit. At least the grip was firm and not trying to break his wrist or anything, but still he was caught at doing something some people might get upset about. Usually said people being the kind that could get him into trouble, really. But at least this guy did not look like what he was used to, and the accent was a bit different than what he had been hearing, so Sho just grinned a little sheepishly and cocked his head to the side. ]

I was only practicing. It's really boring when this whole place is being so stupid.

[whatsolarsystem]

Practicing? For your foray into the promising world of thievery?

[That innocent look was relatively ineffectual, and Sherlock merely pried the little one's wrist away from his pocket before releasing him altogether. His demeanor was a dry one, as usual, but it was hardly angry.]

You pick pockets when you're bored?

[That rung nostalgic, right there.]

[manicuredangel]

[While Aziraphale looks to be about five years old, he's still rather himself. He's dressed in an outfit Irene had picked out for him. But there's something about the way the angel carries himself that feels like his normal self.]

Ah. Er... Hullo, Sherlock.

[whatsolarsystem]

[...Yes, there certainly is. This small child moves in the same manner a rather familiar angelic acquaintance of his would.]

Aziraphale? Shrunk down, have we?

[manicuredangel]

Unfortunately, yes. It's quite odd.

[whatsolarsystem]

I can only imagine so. It seems to be a trend on this ship as of late.