Smart boys don't mess around

[preanimator]

WHO: Herbert West, Sherlock Holmes, Tony Stark, Bruce Banner
TONE: Playful, goofy
RATING: PG-13ish, for possible language
WHEN: The evening of November 27
WHERE: Ravenclaw 6th year boy's dorm
WHAT: Shenanigans!

Herbert really had a love-hate relationship with his roommates - he loved some of them and hated some others. Well, really he quite liked Bruce, thought Sherlock was interesting but occasionally insufferable, and hated Tony. It meant he preferred it when they weren't all together in the same room, because Bruce was always mooning after Tony, and Sherlock liked to show off, the more people there were around, and he just wanted to get some bloody homework done!

"I don't suppose anyone would like to possibly shut up," he asked the room at large disparagingly, "Since it's a bit late for me to go to the library and escape all your rubbish?"

Comments

[arrogantalloy]

"I'm a snuggle, deal with it, or get comfy on the stone floor."

He pulls off his socks, then pulls off his shirt and tosses it towards his bed before getting under the sheets.

"Think of it as John practice."

Smirks at him.

[preanimator]

Herbert was vaguely aware that Tony and Sherlock were still talking, but since Tony and Sherlock were kind of always talking, he ignored it, settling onto his side and slitting his eyes so that it looked like he was intending to sleep.

"Good night," he said softly, and smiled to himself.

[greenmoonrising]

Bruce dozed off quickly enough as he was wont to do, and poor Herbert was soon to realize that Bruce was one helluva clingy bedmate. Within minutes the larger boy was cuddling Herbert with his nose buried in the bed-owner's hair and a leg tossed over the unfortunate teddy-bear's own.

Good luck escaping for potty-breaks boy.

[3potionproblem]

Sherlock scowled but made himself comfortable on the bed, staying to his side with one arm draping off as he kept as far as he could over while still on his belly.

[arrogantalloy]

Unlike Bruce, Tony doesn't let his subconscious snuggle up. Tony just straight up shifts until he's lying curled up against Sherlock with his arm draped over his back.

"Hey, Sherlock?"

He murmurs against his shoulder, his voice soft and curious.

[preanimator]

Herbert lay perfectly still, not wanting to disturb the other boy or do anything at all that would make him move. Bruce was kind of hot, and he was sweating on that one side, but he sure as hell wasn't going to pull away. He stared up at the dark ceiling, feeling incredibly happy and stupidly pathetic, all at the same time. He could hear the murmurs of the other boys talking, still, but he couldn't be arsed to care about the conversation.

[greenmoonrising]

Bruce's body temperature eventually lowered to suit the environment and he didn't let up on Herbert, curling more into the boy and eventually tucking his face into the crook of his neck and shoulder, making a quiet snuffling noise before sighing and settling again.

[3potionproblem]

Sherlock turns his head on the pillow, glaring at Tony and his proximity.

"I left you over half the bed. What could you possibly want pressed against me on this side?"

[arrogantalloy]

"I told you I'm a snuggler. Besides, I'm keeping you safe from... Cumquats."

He smirks as he doesn't move from being on top of Sherlock.

[3potionproblem]

He chuckles, shaking his head slightly because good lord.

"As a human blanket you're considerably smaller than I would expect to use as any sort of shield. Warm though."

[preanimator]

Herbert bit his lip as Bruce whuffled into his neck, then very, very hesitantly and carefully raised one hand to ghost through the bigger boy's dark curls, stroking them lightly, desperate not to wake him up.

[greenmoonrising]

Bruce made a happy sighing sound at the stroking, nuzzling more into Herbert's neck. Happy puppy is very happy.

[arrogantalloy]

"Well, if you Believe Bruce, I'd be too thin to be a human shield."

Tony lays there for a moment thinking to himself, then he grins.

"Hey. Do you do being ticklish?"

He's become intent on being disruptive to all.

[3potionproblem]

Sherlock drew his arms in for protection.

"If I answer that, will you refrain from testing?"

[arrogantalloy]

Tony snerks at Sherlock.

"No."

And with that he just starts to aim for ticklish spots, intent on getting a reaction.

[3potionproblem]

Sherlock jolted, trying to get him to stop, rather annoyed he was on his belly as he curled up laughing.

"Tony!"

[arrogantalloy]

Making a very amused noise, Tony doesn't even pretend to stop. The younger boy just keeps going.

"Sherlock!"

[3potionproblem]

"That was an imperative!" He tries to squirm onto his side to push Tony away, kicking his legs to try and hit him while giggling.

[greenmoonrising]

Bruce shifts at the noise, wuffing quietly in his sleep and frowning before burrowing more into Herbert's shoulder. Sheesh, shut up boys, can't you see the puppy wants to sleep?

[preanimator]

Herbert blinks, then scowls furiously at his curtains, wishing there was some way he could get at his wand and silencio the pair of them, or at least throw a shoe.

Don't ruin this, don't ruin this, don't ruin this!

Gingerly, he tried stroking Bruce's hair with a little more pressure, to soothe him back to sleep, while directing violent thoughts at the other two boys in the room.

[arrogantalloy]

"And mine was mocking"

Tony shifts, putting more of his weight on Sherlock so he can't get pushed of and only tickles him more, chuckling at the other boys giggling.

[3potionproblem]

Sherlock tries to buck him off, panting for breath while he giggles.

"I-AM-GOING-TO-HEX-YOU."

[greenmoonrising]

Bruce settled with the stroking, quieting and hiding his face against Herbert's shoulder with a soft sigh, though he kept twitching or making snuffling noises with each particularly loud laugh or cry from the other bed.

[preanimator]

Herbert screwed up his face in an unconscious scowl, and then very, very carefully shifted as he was stroking the other boy's hair, trailing his fingers over the side of the bed and along the floor, trying to find his - oh, there was a book, that would work. He picked it up, and then chucked it in the direction of the other boys. Of course, with his position and general lack of athleticism, it went flying past them and landed with a papery whumf on the floor.

[arrogantalloy]

Tony stops tickling Sherlock for a moment to look at the book. But keeps holding him down, then looks over his shoulder.

"Really need to work on your aim, Sherbet bomb"

Then tries to tickle Sherlock more.