I wrote this next song about a fisherman.

[onteamdyson]

Who: Kenzi and Sherlock
When: Late Wednesday night
Where: Sherlock's room whatever number that is
Summary: Kenzi is lonely. and bored. and then somehow she wants violin lessons.
Rating: R for potential swears?
Warnings: kenzi in general. Fights? Mean words. Underwear. Mud things.

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[couldbdangerous]

Sherlock Holmes was thinking. Had been thinking, hard to do much of that with pint-sized invaders bursting into his room and onto his bed without warning. Several things happened in sequence. First, he gave a rather more violent than intended twist of the tuning peg of his violin as his eyes popped open. Second, the strange twang as his thumb caught on the strings when Kenzi threw herself onto the mattress. Third, and he would argue if need be largely involuntarily, his feet found the first bit of solid flesh they could manage and gave a brisk shove to get her back on her feet again

[onteamdyson]

Woah, WOAH! Wait one freakin' second. Kenzi pushes herself up off the bed, thanks to that kick, and ruffles the shit out of his hair before asking, "Where did you even get that? Is it a violin?! Do you seriously play?!"

She grabbed the chair and pulled it closer before flopping into it with a grin on her face. "Play me something! Do it, do it, do it! I'll be SO freakin' quiet. Like I'm not even here. Like a tiny, little mouse." At least she was whispering. Slight improvement.

"Also, what do I even smell like? Why is that an issue at all? I clearly BATHE!"

And he messed up that string all on his own! She was completely innocent, as he could tell from that pure and chaste expression of angelicousity.

[couldbdangerous]

"Oh no, I don't play, I just quite like holding it, really," Sherlock said, deadpan, giving the string another set of plucks while he slowly tightened the tuning peg. "And it's not a violin, it's a very peculiar guitar, clearly. There are instruments in the rec room; really, you've been here long enough that you ought to know by now. I simply commandeered one, so to speak

[onteamdyson]

"Never looked for instruments." She shrugged. Of course she'd noticed the piano, but that was about it. Usually she only went down there to watch Temari and Mindy fight or grab art stuff for Conrad.

"Whatevs, Touchy McToucherson."

The tuning was boring as ALL HELL! Still, she watched him, leaning back in her chair and playing with pieces of her hair. This was actually kind of nice. Sitting in the quiet, just the two of them. They really did fight a lot less when John wasn't around.

"That is such a fitting instrument for you. Vampires are always playing violin. It's like... required in fiction. Does your vampire play the violin? Nope? You will not sell a bilion books!"