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When a 'sociopath' giggles, be confused.

WHO: Tony Stark and Sherlock Holmes
TONE: Confused with helpings of mocking and comradely.
RATING: PG
WHEN: 9th December
WHERE: 6th year boys dorm, Ravenclaw Tower
WHAT: Sherlock is on his bed, giggling at his journal, this has Tony very curious.

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With Herbert and Bruce out of the room, doing what ever they do when Tony isn't around to mock (Herbert) or lay on (Bruce), it was just Tony and Bruce alone in the dorm. Tony was hunched over papers and books on his bed while he wrote notes about quidditch plays in on note book that was resting on his car engine. Every now and then he would hear a strange noise from the bed next too him, which causes him to look up after the third or fourth time of hearing it, to find the source of the noise.

It was Sherlock, who was sprawled out on his bed looking at his journal with great amusement.

"Are... You giggling?"

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Sherlock didn't even bother looking over. Sharing a room with others made it very hard to forget one was never really alone. He'd taken a stance of not giving a good god damn and he planned to stick with it.

"No, Stark, these are screams of agony. Your heartless nature astounds."

Taking a page of snark from John and Tony's own tomes seemed fair enough play.

Tony snerks. Because really, that was a good call.

"It's one of my more prominent features. But do you know what isn't one of yours. Giggling, why are you giggling? I mean, I didn't know you even could."

"I'm amused. Isn't that why most people giggle?"

Sherlock rolled his eyes and returned to his notebook. Really, Tony would be very dense.

"You're never that amused."

Tony has now lost all interest in his captain work.

"What are you giggling at?"

"Nothing you would find interesting. I'm conversing."

Sherlock rolled over on his back, notebook held overhead as he waited for the next line of text to scrawl across the page.

He stares for a moment. Woking things out in his head.

"John?"

To be fair, he took a punt, with so few people he knew that would actually put up with on some level, Tony was pretty sure he could count them on one hand, two if he was generous.

Sherlock looks over at him. his left brow arched.

"Fair deduction. Yes, in fact. How did you know?"

He shrugs.

"Because I'm here, Bruce is studying, while things Peter do are funny, not really giggle worthy. And Herbert and you aren't friends."

He pauses and licks his lips carefully.

"Moriarty never made you giggle either. So really, I was making a deduction. What's he saying?"

Not wanting to linger long on Moriarty he moves quickly back to John.

Sherlock shrugged, rolling back over on his belly.

"It's not filtered. Read it yourself if you like though I don't see why you'd care to. John's just... being John. Nothing amusing to retell, really."

"Oh wow. You kind of have it bad there, don't you?"

Wiggles out of his paper mess and gets off the bed, slipping onto Sherlock's to look at the page.

"Just John being John. Really? I mean the guy's a card, but doesn't make me giggle. Chuckle maybe, but not the same"

Sherlock rolls his eyes at Tony joining him on his bed but doesn't move to pull his journal away. He's nothing to hide.

"You should talk to him more, then. He's very witty. He uses vulgarity in very amusing ways syntactically."

"I do talk to him. But Syntax doesn't twist my gears. Witty does though. I'm sure if he was a girl I'd be more than eager to say hello then."

He gets comfortable next to him. Pulling at a page to read what was said before.

Sherlock tugs his journal back.

"Tony, we can't both look at the same notebook. Is there something you wanted?"

He tried to go back to rereading what he and John had said while he waited for the next reply but Tony being right there made it difficult.

Frowns and tries to pull it back over.

"Sure we can. Bruce and I can. Be flexible, you might like it. And yeah, I want to see how your love is blossoming"

Tony grins to himself a little as he reads the conversation, getting up to date with it.

Sherlock rolls his eyes, propping his cheek on his palm.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you but it's just John, as I said."

Stays cosied up to read.

"It's the content, not the author that interests me. Because let's face it. If it's got you giggling it must be good."

Sherlock just lets him look at his notebook. Tony loves what he's denied more than he cares about what's offered when it comes to these things. Best not to make a big deal of it and just let the man look.

"Forgive us if it doesn't amuse you in quite the same manner."

Tony ignores him as he reads their conversation, then just looks at Sherlock with a suggestively raised eyebrow.

Sherlock stares at him. "What? What's that look for?"

"Just wondering when there's going to be a journal announcement, that's all."

Gives him a smug smile.

"Announcement of what? My overwhelming victory against John's king?"

He chuckles.

"Yeah, sure. If you want to call it that. I mean this is just so really chummy."

"John's my friend. He's a good friend." Sherlock smiles a little, moving his notebook further away. "And he says piss off."

"Good friend, or good friend? Because you're smiling right now."

Still grinning to himself he gives a little chuckle.

"Everyone tells me that. It's not going to bother me when your boyfriend says it. Unless he thinks I'm coming on to you. I never pegged him for the jealous type... You on the other hand."

"John is John, Tony. I don't have a boyfriend. I don't even want one." He wipes the smile off his face though every time he checks his notebook he can't help but smirk.

Gives him 'Yeah, right' face right now.

"Not that you're 'exhibiting the natural signs of interest' right now or anything. Be careful, I think I feel emotions coming off you."

"You're projecting."

"Projecting? Projecting what? What do I have to project?"

Tony actually looks a little confused at this.

"Oh, please, let's not play the 'Sherlock's an idiot and can't tell' card. I can detail in no less than thirty seven ways the means by which your utter infatuation with one Bruce Banner makes itself not so subtly known. It's utterly ridiculous to suspect he hasn't caught on and yet he very obviously has not."

Shaking his head he looks back down at the book.

"There's no infatuation. He's my friend. He hasn't caught on, because they're nothing to catch on to."

Sherlock groans because god they're both idiots.

"I rest my case then."

"There's no case to rest. And why are you groaning?"

"You know, before you made yourself at home here, I was rather enjoying my conversation with John. I wouldn't mind being returned to that."

"Hmm, there's an idea"

Tony snatches Sherlock's quill of him as well as the journal, then after dipping it in ink, proceeds to try and write in the journal.

John, I love you. Can we go on a date?

Tony chuckles while taking on his boyish prank.

Sherlock reaches over and runs a warm finger over the wet ink, smearing it quickly before glaring at Tony.

"It's not filtered you moron."

He laughs then just starts drawing love hearts.

"Yeah, I know. That's why it's so funny. Because you're being obnoxiously cute to each other for everyone to see. Maybe I'm just being the voice of the audience, by speaking their thoughts of 'now, kiss'. Ever think of that?"

"It doesn't really come off that way, does it?"

Tony just gives him a long look that suggests that it does in fact come off quite a bit like that.

"Come on, this is a school. A school with the closest thing to internet chat boards that it can manage without electricity, or computers."

He taps the book.

"And you don't always filter when you flirt on here. This is kind of why I try to flirt in person."

"I'm not flirting. I don't flirt."

His mind is rather lightyears away from this conversation right now.

"Then you need a newer dictionary. Because this is the definition of it."

It's almost ironic how Tony can notice that Sherlock is doing a lot of the things he does with Bruce. Yet can't even see he's like this too.

"... Do you think it looks more suspicious if suddenly there are filters? Could that be read into?"

Tony gives him an 'are you kidding me' look.

"People aren't suspicious now. And, this is a school. Full of British kids. I've seen you're news papers, muggle and wizard. Your people wither without gossip. So they're not suspicious so much as enjoying the show that's on offer."

"I don't care what normal people think. I just... need to make sure Jim doesn't think like that. Or have any reason to."

Sherlock scowls at his notebook. He would prefer not to mention the other young man around Tony.

Tony frowns, he was a concern.

"He might be a creep. But he isn't dumb. He's seen what everyone else has seen."

He watches him for a moment.

"Has he come sniffing around again?"

"If by sniffing around you mean making his feelings known, then yes."

He frowned as he wrote back to John.

"And what? You're going to just let him back in?"

Tony shifts on the bed, going from laying down to sitting up looking concerned.

"We've been around each other since we were first years. He never really left or anything. Just... went quiet." He ignores Tony's new concern best he can, which is quite well. "Guess he got tired of waiting."

"Yeah. And you've told him where to go, right?"

I still continues to seem unimpressed with all this.

Tony gives him a look and goes back to his journal. No, he didn't tell him anything of the sort in fact.

Tony rubs at a temple briefly then his whole face.

"Sherlock. Are you kidding me? As the prince of poorly made choices. I'm going to tell you that you're about to take my crown."

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