#chariarty

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"Hey there, professor!"

Moriarty looked up from the book on his lap. He nearly had to hold up a hand to shield his eyes from the smile that was brighter than the sun itself. No, he wouldn't dare. For this man only, he'd endure it.

"I haven't started my teaching position yet," Moriarty reminded him.

"I know, I'm just getting us both used to calling you that now that it's official and all," Charlemagne snickered. He offered the seated man a mug as he said, "Here's your tea just the way you like it."

Moriarty accepted the mug and waited as the other man plopped down next to him. He was quite close, as usual. Once Moriarty was sure there'd be no more bouncing of the couch, he lifted the mug to his lips and took a sip.

Quite good, which was expected as he'd learned to make a proper cup of tea in no time flat. Moriarty didn't mind offering a word or two of praise for such good efforts. Though he didn't get the chance since as soon as he opened his mouth to speak, the other man spoke instead.

"It's exciting, are you excited? I'm really proud of you, you know!" Charlemagne chirped. His animated motions with the exclamation threatened to slosh whatever liquid was currently contained in the mug he held everywhere.

"I do know." Moriarty replied. He shut his eyes, brought the mug back to his lips, then paused and added, "You haven't stopped saying so since I got the job."

"Good. You deserve to hear it over and over again," Charlemagne chuckled. He sipped from his own mug then set it down on the coffee table in front of them. After that he grabbed the remote and sat back against the couch.

Moriarty continued to sip his tea as Charlemagne searched for something to watch. If he had to guess the guy would probably choose something noisy and obnoxious like his usual gameshows. He'd have to tune them out as usual.

To his surprise, the other man stopped on an old black and white movie then set the remote down. It didn't take Moriarty long to recognize that it was a whodunit. The book in his lap felt just a bit less interesting as the murder mystery unfolded on the screen.

At some point during the movie, Charlemagne laid his head on Moriarty's shoulder, still quite focused on what was happening. He seemed quite intrigued by the mystery of the movie he'd found. At least it seemed that way for a bit.

Just over a half-hour into the film, a soft sound got Moriarty's attention. He looked at his partner out of the corner of his eye. Fast asleep without a care in the world, as if his shoulder was his own personal pillow.

Why did he put on something he wasn't interested in, anyway? Seriously, it didn't make sense. Unless... it was never intended to entertain him in the first place. Moriarty sighed to himself. This guy spent way too much energy considering others. It was a huge flaw in his opinion.

THIS IS A PERSONAL ATTACK AGAINST ME PERSONALLY WHAT IS GOING ON

ummmmmmm can we talk about how cunty hot this friggin loser math addict evil man looks in this new official art

they arrived holding hands as boyfrens should

muah

big smooch!!!

bonus:

approximately .2 seconds into their tender moment,

when they boys are friends