I get the job done.

[ Update time! I’m going on a trip for work from April 6 til April 15, so I won’t be able to come around here during this time. The days before that (basically starting tomorrow) I’ll be busy preparing.

I’m going to Las Vegas and I’m pretty nervous about the whole thing but also excited. I’ll miss writing here and my rp partners during this period!

So don’t expect much activity from me this week and next week, and none at all 6 - 15 April ]

for a long moment, he can only stare at the man. when he’d pointed out, ever so casually, that “sebastian, darling, there’s a small human in the flat,” the response he was not expecting was his pet to have known about it. and he certainly hadn’t expected the man to request that jim not tell anyone. exhaling softly, he crossing his arms loosely about his waist, gives the man an inquisitive glance as he takes a few steps in the beginnings of a pace. “a secret?” asking a criminal like jim, who lives off of trading secrets and blackmailing people, to save this one for the two of them – and whoever else sebastian might have told – is impractical at best. true, if there’s something jim doesn’t want know, it won’t be, but a child? since when has his sniper cared about a child?

it doesn’t take being a genius to work it out. “yours, then,” jim comments, gesturing idly towards the infant with an arched brow. he doesn’t wait for confirmation. “explain to me this, tiger, and i’ll consider it – we are both aware of the plausibility of tiny morans out and about in the world, and ignoring it has been easy enough. yet here we are.” the pacing stops, the criminal facing the man. “who is she.”