[ It's fine, he says, whilst Sherlock tries to remember what a meme is (mee-m? mee-mee??), realising much to his own relief that he's deleted this as well, assuming he's ever known about it in the first place. God, some people truly fill their heads with nonsense. He's not about to do the same so he leaves the whole meme-question for never and straightens slightly, giving Peter a quick look-over. ]
Gaining further knowledge - and I do mean, knowledge, as in hard facts as opposed to guesswork - would entail locking you up under optimized laboratory conditions. Do let me know if you change your mind on that one.
[ Spoken with a slight quirk of his lips. Though in all honesty, if this had been Sherlock's body, undergoing genetic change due to a radioactive spider-bite, he'd bloody well lock himself up, just to get his answers. He digs into one pocket and pulls out a small plastic bag. Throws it at Peter, keeping an eye on those reflexes. ]
[ Peter responds, in the process of shoving a bite of bagel in his mouth-he at least takes the time to finish chewing and swallowing before opening his mouth again. ]
I mean, I know it's summer vacation and all but-no. not happening. I got stuff I gotta do and I'm not giving up a minute of spending time with Mr Stark.
So, unless you wanna pay for me to stay longer, my plane ticket back to JFK and uber back to Queens-I'm gonna be headed back home in like three days.
[ He frowns at the request but even still, he aims his wrist briefly before firing off a web to grab the bag with. ]
Yeah, I guess that's fair. But tell me what you find 'cause I'm kinda curious.
[ He's not overly surprised by the initial refusal, having expected nothing else. But then, the boy starts going on about summer holidays and unless you wanna pay and well, Sherlock sees an opportunity that he really can't pass up. Surely, John won't mind. Surely. And if he does, he'll get over it soon enough; with regards to experiments, he's seen worse. And been worse, too. ]
Hold on. [ He checks his phone quickly. One new message from Lestrade, not a serial killer but curious enough, locked room, maybe a 7. Possibly more. He looks back at Peter, managing a friendly smile by way of some weird higher power. Ah well. He likes Peter which is certainly different. Liking a new person. It probably helps that the kid isn't quite human. ] It's fine, you can stay in our flat. Will make sure you get back to America in one piece, tickets, whatever. Give me two weeks and I'll give you answers, in return.
[ He shoots off a text for Lestrade. Pockets his phone again and turns towards the door, glancing over his shoulder at Peter. ]
221B, Baker Street. Text me if we aren't home.
[ And with that, he's going to leave you behind, Peter, striding out of the room and flipping up his coat. Take it or leave it, so to speak. ]
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Gaining further knowledge - and I do mean, knowledge, as in hard facts as opposed to guesswork - would entail locking you up under optimized laboratory conditions. Do let me know if you change your mind on that one.
[ Spoken with a slight quirk of his lips. Though in all honesty, if this had been Sherlock's body, undergoing genetic change due to a radioactive spider-bite, he'd bloody well lock himself up, just to get his answers. He digs into one pocket and pulls out a small plastic bag. Throws it at Peter, keeping an eye on those reflexes. ]
Last one, then. A hair sample for the road?
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[ Peter responds, in the process of shoving a bite of bagel in his mouth-he at least takes the time to finish chewing and swallowing before opening his mouth again. ]
I mean, I know it's summer vacation and all but-no. not happening. I got stuff I gotta do and I'm not giving up a minute of spending time with Mr Stark.
So, unless you wanna pay for me to stay longer, my plane ticket back to JFK and uber back to Queens-I'm gonna be headed back home in like three days.
[ He frowns at the request but even still, he aims his wrist briefly before firing off a web to grab the bag with. ]
Yeah, I guess that's fair. But tell me what you find 'cause I'm kinda curious.
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Hold on. [ He checks his phone quickly. One new message from Lestrade, not a serial killer but curious enough, locked room, maybe a 7. Possibly more. He looks back at Peter, managing a friendly smile by way of some weird higher power. Ah well. He likes Peter which is certainly different. Liking a new person. It probably helps that the kid isn't quite human. ] It's fine, you can stay in our flat. Will make sure you get back to America in one piece, tickets, whatever. Give me two weeks and I'll give you answers, in return.
[ He shoots off a text for Lestrade. Pockets his phone again and turns towards the door, glancing over his shoulder at Peter. ]
221B, Baker Street. Text me if we aren't home.
[ And with that, he's going to leave you behind, Peter, striding out of the room and flipping up his coat. Take it or leave it, so to speak. ]