Chapter 6

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Dedication: AdaliaAutor

"Ok, so... Jim.. James... Seb... Moran... Moriar... MorMor?" I asked, perched on the edge of the bed.

"Sorry, what?" Seb asked, and coughed.

"A ship name. I'm trying to think of one..." I replied.

"A WHAT?" Seb looked up from his book.

"A ship name, you know, a..."

"I know what a ship is! But why..."

"Well, you and Moriarty.. I'm trying to think of a ship name."

"Why?" Seb growled. I'd learnt not to be scared of him, though.

"I ship you two, duh!"

Seb gritted his teeth "Kirsty. I am not someone who you can 'ship'. I am not all lovey dovey." I snorted. "I am not a film character." He obviously wanted to shout, but couldn't.

"Oh, so you're a bad guy, with no heart?" I asked, joking slightly.

"No! I... Yeah... But no.." he coughed again.

"You ok?" I asked.

"No, I'm not!" He groaned.

"Come, Sebby.." Moriarty's voice came from the doorway. "What's wrong?"

"He's ill." I said, as Seb had a coughing fit.

Moriarty walked in. I took my leave, but stopped at the door. "MorMor. I ship it." I gave them a thumbs up, and left.


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