Mar 29, 2013
"Martin," Martin's mother called to the small boy, a smile on her face, "There's a friend here for you." She walked into the room, followed by a young boy of a similar age to Martin. His dark hair was long, and his hand brushing the curls from his bright eyes was obviously an ingrained habit. "His name is Sherlock." Martin's mother said, "Now you boys have fun!"
Sherlock barely looked at Martin, stepping into the room and moving to sit on the floor by the window. He said nothing, and only looked at Martin once or twice until Martin's mother left.
"Who are you?" the newcomer asked, eyes thinning as he looked the other over.
