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    [justify][fancypost bgcolor= ; bordercolor= ; borderwidth= 0px; width: 400px; margin-top: -20px;][hr][hr][hr][font=georgia]Ah, well River had no muse either so it worked out. Sherlock was often seen lazing around camp, flopped on his back, flopped on his belly, or just sitting around. It was in his nature - when he didn't have anything to do, he did nothing. Simple as that. Currently, the black and white tom was lying on his back, paws under his chin and staring around at the world upside-down. His blue gaze traveled absently across camp until they found Lilykit. Hmm. He didn't know her. She was probably annoying though, so he didn't bother talking to her.



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    [justify][fancypost bgcolor= ; bordercolor= ; borderwidth= 0px; width: 400px; margin-top: -20px;][hr][hr][hr][font=georgia]/oh my god


    Well of course Sherlock was lazing wound in his den, because lazing around was one of his specialties, when he heard Pastel. God. It wasn't uncommon knowledge that he wasn't fond of the pink medicine cat apprentice, so it was naturally with a great sigh that he heaved himself to his paws and made his way out toward her, looking irritable and skeptical. "What is it?" he asked blankly since River had to go to bed.


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    [justify][fancypost bgcolor= ; bordercolor= ; borderwidth= 0px; width: 400px; margin-top: -20px;][hr][hr][hr][font=georgia]"What -" Sherlock's half-finished sentence was rudely interrupted by Pastel's hug, and the tuxedo tom was at first too shocked to do anything but sit there. Of course, he quickly came to his senses, and the first thing he did was finish his sentence. "-the hell!" he shouted, feline brows furrowing as he made to pry off the small but surprisingly strong pink feline from around his middle. Dammit, was she crazy?
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    [justify][fancypost bgcolor= ; bordercolor= ; borderwidth= 0px; width: 400px; margin-top: -20px;][hr][hr][hr][font=georgia]Sherlock practically ignored Pastel's words, and continued to try and break free of her grasp. He had only hugged or been hugged, like, twice, and only by Maisie, so he was naturally revolted by the MCA touching him. And as if it weren't bad enough, he soon found himself squashed by Antonio, and then Lilykit. The tuxedo finally let out a sigh of defeat, deciding to just let it happen and hopefully it would be over soon.
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    [justify][fancypost bgcolor= ; bordercolor= ; borderwidth= 0px; width: 400px; margin-top: -20px;][hr][hr][hr][font=georgia]Sherlock had never had any candy, mostly because he kind of thought it was a stupid idea to eat it, but today he was bored and when he got bored he tended to do things he wouldn't normally, so he took one of the smaller ones and popped it in his mouth. Hmm. Weird, but not bad. Nodding in mild approval at Sirius, he glanced back at the pile to see if there was anything useful in there. Didn't seem to be.



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    [justify][fancypost bgcolor= ; bordercolor= ; borderwidth= 0px; width: 400px; margin-top: -20px;][hr][hr][hr][font=georgia]"Yes Maisie, of course I'm all right, I'm just being slowly suffocated by a hug fest. No big deal," Sherlock responded sarcastically to his friend, though he wasn't sure if she could hear him. His voice was probably muffled by Antonio's fur. He also couldn't help but notice the sparks of embarrassment he felt alongside his very violent annoyance, since embarrassment wasn't something he was used to. God, how much longer would this last?
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    [justify][fancypost bgcolor= ; bordercolor= ; borderwidth= 0px; width: 400px; margin-top: -20px;][hr][hr][hr][font=georgia]Sherlock stepped up beside Maisie, having nothing better to do with his life then waste it on this game, which he hated. He tended to do things he wouldn't normally when he got bored, so it really wasn't all that surprising he was going to participate. He waited for someone else to volunteer first, yawning broadly.



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    [justify][fancypost bgcolor= ; bordercolor= ; borderwidth= 0px; width: 400px; margin-top: -20px;][hr][hr][hr][font=georgia]Feeling his irritation grow as he sensed Maisie's amusement, Sherlock's scowl grew a bit deeper and only lightened when Pastel spoke up. Finding himself some wriggle room when she slipped away, he squeezed himself out of the hug pile and took a few steps back, shaking his fur out in annoyance. "Never touch me again," he meowed sourly, blue gaze resting on Pastel before sending the glare Sirius' way. Well, that was somebody else who would be paying for it in the future.
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    [justify][fancypost bgcolor= ; bordercolor= ; borderwidth= 0px; width: 400px; margin-top: -20px;][hr][hr][hr][font=georgia]That stuff looked... interesting. Sherlock trotted up curiously, eyeing the syrup with a slight aura of interest. He didn't necessarily want to taste the weird goo, more like take it off to his tree stump and kid it with his small collection of chemicals to see what happened and find out what it was made of. Maybe he'd take some after Mathew finished with it, assuming there would be leftovers.



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    [justify][fancypost bgcolor= ; bordercolor= ; borderwidth= 0px; width: 400px;][font=georgia]hmm who for sherlock
    it's kind of hard to think of animated characters that are as big jackasses as Sherlock.