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(Oh god, I lost my password, sorry!!)
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" long time, no see, father dear, " the runaway's snarky tone rang out, a small grin playing on her face. " nice to see you kept everything the same. " she added on, as she looked around, briefly before turning to look at him.
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@0H-SlNNERMAN ! " why would i miss you? you were barely around to look after me. you barely ever talked to me. i bet you didnt even notice i was gone until mummy asked. " she replied, clearly bitter about her upbringing. " i came here to talk. perhaps we can make amends since im all grown up now. lets hope you've matured. "
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@moriartysbest "Mmm, extremely busy." Jim murmured with a bored, low hum. He intertwined his fingers to rest his head on his hands, an amused grin spreading on his face. "I should ask /you/ that, since you've shown up so suddenly."
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@0H-SlNNERMAN ! " must've been a busy seven years then. " she responded, as she sat down . " did you miss me? " she asked, her tone sweet as honey but had a darker undertone to it.
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(I forgot my password, wow- tag me in things I have to reply to! I'll do so when I wake up.)
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@fakingsmiles- "Ink stains on your hand." Jim quickly answered, not wanting to be seen as a stalker now. "And good to hear, I should pop by, see the art..."
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@fakingsmiles- Jim looked at the ink stains for a while, a slight smile playing at his lips. He hummed before looking back at her eyes. "How's your art doing?" He asked kindly, and being genuinely curious about her.
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@fakingsmiles- Jim blinked, for once fully stumped and rather alarmed, but hiding it behind a kind smile, shaking her hand with a nod. "Jim Moriarty...pleasure to meet you," he replied, tilting his head to the right lazily, pushing away confusion so he could deduce small things about her.
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@fakingsmiles- Jim had to take a moment, slightly alarmed by the sudden simularities on Katherine, confusion flickering across his eyes. "Ah, it's alright," he murmured gently, his Irish accent clear now. Though he didn't show it, he was trying to think of if he had a child, or when the possibilty could've happened.
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there was a different type of calculation in sherlock’s eyes — grey today, the shade of the storm clouds that so often hovered around in london. his lips slowly curved into a smirk, one filled with unusual mirth, a muted enthusiasm over the type of excitement that jim moriarty’s presence was perpetually associated with. “i have a game for you. dear jim,” he added, a recognizable mocking edge in his low baritone. “a date.” a beat of deafening silence. “with myself, obviously,” he said, carefully enunciating each syllable and consonant.
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@REICHENFALLS Despite the perfectly calm look Jim kept on his face, he was rather shocked by the words. His dark eyes flicked all over Sherlock's face before a sensible answer was able to be voiced. "That sounds fun," he finally spoke, a teasing edge to his voice. "But where will you whisk me away, darling?"
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/ would you mind terribly if i left a starter ?? c:
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@fakingsmiles- 'Because normally, I don't want blood on my hands. You will be an exception to the most horrific degree you can imagine unless you tell me where she is!' He grit his teeth a bit.
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@fakingsmiles- Jim frowned, dangerously so, going out with some of his best men to find her. 'You are on THIN ice.'