I'm a consult when it comes to crime.
If you have a problem, let me fix it.
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prepared—to—burn replied to your post: prepared—to—burn replied to your post: Magic Anon:…
[[Ooooh, may have to give it a try then. XD]]
[[Oh yes ~]]
prepared—to—burn replied to your post: Magic Anon: If Moriarty touches anything sharp he’ll fall into a coma :D
((First thing to pop into my head: Quick Sherly get Moriarty to touch your cheekbones! XD))
[[Oh god, I’m cracking up. That’s hilarious, ahaha. I’m certain the m!a would count that ;)]]
[[Finally found somewhere to use that gif :)]]
[[Magic Anon for the few hours I’m still here? Pleeaaaseeee?]]
Sebastian continued to smile at Jim, shaking his head slightly. “I could, but then I’d have to be uncomfortable as I moved before getting myself comfortable again. It’s all very hassling.”
Jim continued to glare at Seb.
“And I still don’t care, now move.” He said, the little that was left of his patience, which wasn’t much to begin with, was running out.
Sebastian laughed loudly as he heard Jim’s quiet threat. “It’s a good job you never make the tea then, isn’t it?” He grinned. “I’m so comfy here though…”
Jim scowled again and dropped the smile, sighing a little.
“It is.” He silently agreed and made a slightly frustrated sound. “I really don’t care, go be comfortable over there.”
Seb shook his head. “Not really my cup of tea.” He chuckled. He sat up straight on the couch again, but made no effort to move away from Jim.
“It’ll be in your next cup of tea.” He muttered before he smiled again and nudged Seb’s foot with his already hurting one, not risking his good foot. “Then move.”
Sebastian nodded, looking at Jim but still making no attempt to move. “I suppose they’d both be quite effective.”
Jim smiled a little and tilted his head, eyes locked with Sebastian’s.
“Wouldn’t they just. Want to try it out?”
“I’m sure you’ll inform me anyway.” He rolled his eyes as he slouched further on the couch. He wasn’t entirely certain he wanted to know. Jim could be a little… unpredictable in moods like this.
“Getting someone to kick them out a window.” He said. “That or poisoning, both are excellent options if you ask me.” He rested his elbow on his knee, propping his head up on his hand, still glaring at Seb
