Wit is the least of my clever mouth’s abilities - or so I’m told. As for that list, are we still talking business or…?
-looks down at tie, then leans closer to Seb- It does, doesn’t it? I haven’t had the chance to really test out its durability.
-steals Seb’s drink and leans out, tie slipping out of Seb’s grasp- Would that go on the list of things I need you to do for me, or the list of perks you get for doing me?
-sips drink and smirks- Whoops, naughty me. I meant ‘doing things for me’, of course.
-gives Seb a lingering once-over-
Mr Handsy himself, beginning to think I’ve also got ulterior motives? Took you long enough.
-idly fixes tie- I’ve got a lot of things in mind for you but assuming we’re talking work now, it’s mostly just pointing guns where I tell you to and firing. Doesn’t sound too hard, does it?
Right, right, business first, pleasure…later, I hope!
I seem to recall something about ‘fees’ that had to be discussed? What’s your price and how do you want it paid?
-nonchalantly takes a seat at the bar too-
I hope you’re not having something very strong over there. It’d be a shame if you had to call it an early night.
#Hmmm #I wonder how many people I’m Forcing to rp with me #As my dear anon said
((funny, i didn’t think people could be forced into rping. your anon can suck it.))
((Apparently I’m so good I force others to RP with me. I think I should take that as a compliment, honestly.))
((how in the bloody seven hells does that even work.))
#Hmmm #I wonder how many people I’m Forcing to rp with me #As my dear anon said
((funny, i didn’t think people could be forced into rping. your anon can suck it.))
Dear Seb!
I was just fixing my tie. Have a little patience— or not, if you don’t want to.
And ‘gentle’ is not in the job description until I say it is.
Smugly,
Jim
-amused- Yes, sir! -mock salutes-
Have I got a curfew too?
He does, doesn’t he? I get the feeling my boring days are over now.
For a little game, you do the finding. Let’s say it’s part of your… employment test?
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The ouchy kind of love, I hope. That’s always the most fun to receive.Am I really that predictable nowadays? -IA
Yes, rather predictable. I heard you begged to be spared, by the way, and that it didn’t work on Sherlock Holmes, of all people. How did that feel for you?
Seb,
Tonight, Circus?
And by all means, try not to fail. I hear the taste of disappointment is nasty, especially when combined with cyanide.
Love,
Jim