Mycroft was eleven, not stupid. He’d made sure to ask any questions he could think of at the pet store, but he still was not a mind reader. How was he supposed to ensure the survival of his new pets based off of inadequate information from a patronising salesman? But the pair of gold and white goldfish were bought now, the tank was set up and Mummy and Daddy had spent their money so it wasn’t going to be wasted no matter how many reasons he provided proving that this was a bad idea. The white one was called Inadequate and the gold one was Information. Their survival of the month that they had been in the Holmes household despite their namesake lack of data was a matter of pride to Mycroft. They’d even lasted through the introduction of Sherlock’s fifth birthday present. The puppy had almost managed to disrupt the tank during one of Captain Holmes’ raids, though the crisis had been successfully averted. He would never admit it out loud but he had grown somewhat fond of their presence in his room. When his mind started rampaging or other children somehow turned out to be far stupider than Sherlock, their unworried lazy laps of the tank were grounding and relaxing.
Fill: Mycroft and His Goldfish Part 1
Mycroft was eleven, not stupid. He’d made sure to ask any questions he could think of at the pet store, but he still was not a mind reader. How was he supposed to ensure the survival of his new pets based off of inadequate information from a patronising salesman? But the pair of gold and white goldfish were bought now, the tank was set up and Mummy and Daddy had spent their money so it wasn’t going to be wasted no matter how many reasons he provided proving that this was a bad idea.
The white one was called Inadequate and the gold one was Information. Their survival of the month that they had been in the Holmes household despite their namesake lack of data was a matter of pride to Mycroft. They’d even lasted through the introduction of Sherlock’s fifth birthday present. The puppy had almost managed to disrupt the tank during one of Captain Holmes’ raids, though the crisis had been successfully averted. He would never admit it out loud but he had grown somewhat fond of their presence in his room. When his mind started rampaging or other children somehow turned out to be far stupider than Sherlock, their unworried lazy laps of the tank were grounding and relaxing.