Chapter 10

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Dedicated to katewing.

Yoghurt. Seb hated the stuff. The dislike probably came from the time when I threw my yoghurt (that I was meant to take as part of my school lunch) at his face. (I was in year one, ok?) Unfortunately it burst.  (Hehehehhe...!) Since then he's hated it.

And Moriarty had just said that we should get some yoghurt.
Seb grimaced, and I smirked. I walked briskly down the food isle, and picked up a tub of Sebastian's favourite food.

We got the rest of the food, (Seb was death- glaring at the yoghurt the whole time) and put the bags in the van. Seb and I then made our way over to gunsmiths. We needed some more rifle cartridges, and some bullets for our pistols. Of course, it was Seb who actually bought the stuff. He also bought an ornately decorated spring assisted knife.

We made our way home, Seb muttering to himself about the yoghurt, but I knew that he would stop complaining as soon as we got home, and he saw Jim. I just wondered if he would put his foot down if he was offered some.

I left Seb to unpack the shopping when we got home, and instead wandered down to the basement. I grabbed some darts off the table, and threw them at the person template painted onto wall.
Just as I was loading a gun, I heard shouting. Yelling. I ran upstairs, to find both Seb and Jim covered in yoghurt. Luckily Moriarty was in a t-shirt and, rather surprisingly, jeans, rather than one of his expensive suites.

Jim threw some yoghurt at Seb, who flinched as it hit his nose, before getting some off his t-shirt, and flicking it at his slowly advancing boss. 

I looked away as Moriarty licked the yoghurt off my brother's nose, before kissing him.

The show was obviously over. I pretended to puke in the bin as I made my way towards the stairs, trying to look anywhere but at the couple, who were now right up against the wall.

I went back to my target shooting.

A/N Kinda weird, I know, but my friend gave me the prompt of 'yoghurt' and I had a sudden image of Jim and Seb having a yoghurt fight, so I had to write it!

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