#blainemoriarty

Sleipnir helped himself to throw his bag on top of the sleeping man, scowling at the sight below him. “Hpw’d you get in?” Sleipnir asked to the other sternly.

“Don’t let anyone tell you different.”

Matthias tries to hide the smile on his lips by pursing them tight but it isn’t very successful given the creeping flush high on his cheeks. “I think you’re the only one who would say that,” he said softly with a sigh, but he came closer, wrapped arms around the being’s neck. “But... I’m glad it’s you.” A demon of all things-- wouldn’t the cliche have been a ghost for him? Still doing things wrong, he supposed... but he liked his way about things.

“If this ends in any sort of trouble, I’ll be pining it on you. Fair warning.” He added, pleasantly.

There was a doubt between calling it annoying or adorable that the other fussed over him. “I do not worry about someone killing me in my sleep.” Not always, at least. “I worry about not being able to kill others while I sleep.” Also not entirely true, although he was hunting for someone and he refused to pause until the whole ordeal had passed. A rat, as some might call it, although Moriarty more so considered it an outlet for his anger, someone to play with. 

“I’m sorry. You must think me terribly silly, jumping like that. We dont have a lot of people just-” He waved a hand, “Wander up, usually its wildlife. That’s country living for you.”

Tommy grumbled as he pushed at the feet so that they would at least be a little more to his legs than his stomach. It wasn’t comfortable for him and he eyed Blaine a moment, challenging him to try again. “That’s what I get for being nice to you, freezing feet... and here I thought you liked me.” He sighed as he squeezed at the other’s ass.

“No, no, no-“ Harry’s hand was already halfway to the slip of paper. “I can get it, it’s fine.” He privately thought to himself that he probably had more money than Daniel, he hadn’t even thought about the other man paying because of this.