MorMor: A sprinkle of Westwood Suits & Sniper Rifles.

Hello Brother...Hello Father.

Quick Author Apology: 

That Andrew Scott gif is me rn because wattpad is finally working^^

Sorry that this is kinda late and maybe confusing...My wattpad isn't working correctly and keeps not saving at random times... *angry dragon noises* But yeah, here it is...I hope I done good >-< pls tell me I done good, I need emotional support guys XD

Seb's P.O.V:

Jim had been out for a couple days, doing whatever he did when it was "None of my business" so I'd took on the responsibility of looking after Belladonna and keeping the house tidy for whenever Jim decided to come back.

 I looked down at Belladonna. I'd owned a cat when I was younger...Well I say I owned...It was more of a stray than my actual cat, but I liked to think of it as mine. It had been a beautiful grey colour...But damn. I didn't actually know how to look after a cat...I guess it was kind of like looking after a kid, right?

...I didn't know how to do that either...

"So...cat.." I eyed up the tiny fluffball perched on one of my feet. "What the hell am I supposed to do with you now?" She looked up at me with her big orange eyes and I sighed, picking her up. "Just because you're cute doesn't mean I like you." I placed her in front of my face and her tiny nose touched mine. Fuck that's cute. 

I shook my head and put her down on the couch. I have stuff to do, I can't spend all my time doting on some dumb cat. Picking up my sketchpad and pencils, I sat down to the table in the kitchen and began to draw. After a while, I felt something on my leg and looked down with a small frown.  Belladonna was trying to climb up me and meowed when she'd gotten my attention.

"Damn cat. What d'you want now, huh?" I picked her up and placed her on the table, getting back to my drawing. She watched me for a while before evidentially getting bored and curling up into a tight ball. I smiled and ruffled her fur. She really was cute... 

Jim's P.O.V:

The previous day.

And also a guest appearance of Sherlock!

I swaggered down the street in one of Sebby's big white shirts and jeans, my hair a mess and my shoelaces undone on my converses. I blended into the usual bustle on London's streets, making my way to Baker street. I'd taken up the hobby of playing cat and mouse with a self proclaimed "consulting detective" who lived there. He was interesting and smart...Not as smart as me, mind you, but awfully smarter than anyone else I'd ever met. I skipped across the road and walked into an apartment next to a small cafe. I carefully climbed the steps to 221b and knocked on the door three times. The door swung open on the third knock and I grinned up at the notorious Sherlock Holmes. "Hello Sherrrrlock!" 

He looked down at me with a sour expression and a curt. "Moriarty." 

I skipped past him into the cozy apartment and stood by one of the chairs in the living room, waiting for Sherlock. He stalked into the room, his eyes never leaving mine. We both stared eachother down for a moment, each assessing the other. Finally I let my gaze wander over the rest of the room. The whole place was a mess, books and scribbled notes scattered haphazardly on the floor. 

I gestured to the chair closest to me. "May I?" 

"Yes, of course, please do." He murmured, sitting down on the chair opposite. I hopped into the chair, watching him closely as he watched me. He raised an eyebrow. I raised mine. 

"Yeees?" 

"Nothing...It's just I thought you'd wear something more..." He eyed up Sebastian's shabby clothes, chewing on his thoughts. "Sophisticated."