#gunhandmoran

"You’re bloody cold. you warm yourself first" Sebastian sighed stretching. He had been sitting still for far too long. Jim’s offer was tempting, but not enough… not tonight. 

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Jim had never had to knock on Sebastian's door. If he was pursuing a girl Moran always aimed for the girl's own quarters, not to mention Jim could usually hear when Seb had callers. So, he was rather surprised to open the door to find his friend quite indisposed. Whatever words he was going to say got stuck in the back of his throat; for once his face completely open to the down right shock of seeing Sebastian's fingers curled around--"S-sorry!" James slammed the door behind him. 

He made it a personal goal to avoid Moran at all cost. Last into a class and first out, going to places he hardly ever went to all so that he wouldn't have to see Sebastian... wouldn't have to think about the thickness of his--or whichever girl was lingering on his mind when he was.... For once Jim didn't know... couldn't figure out if he was embarrassed or.... pissed off.

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'Hiding' wasn't exactly the words he would use. Neither would he choose the term 'on the run.' Things were far more complicated than simple little words or silly sayings. He was just laying low until the perfect time to pop back into the thick of things. The game was not always an onslaught of the offensive; sometimes one needed a more subtile defense to win the war. While Sherlock and his dear big brother ran around chasing their tails, Jim Moriarty would kick back, drink his tea, and enjoy the show.

Well, enjoy it from quite a distance; he couldn't exactly stroll around London after the news of Sherlock's supposed 'death'. Moriarty's face was plastered all over the news and papers right next to the 'late' and great Sherlock Holmes. Of course, Jim new better, but that was beside the point. 

With his extended vacation, the criminal found himself in the middle of Scotland with not much to do. The town certainly wasn't London... there were decent little inns and a few bars. One of which Moriarty found himself in. It was small and a bit crowded, Jim having to settle for a seat at the bar rather than his own table. At least the drinks were adequate... Though he couldn't say the same for his fellow patrons.  Loud and overly drunk, Jim found the lot of them highly irritating. The rather attractive blond was high on his list of annoyances. Of course he had caught Jim's eye, the man had caught most everyone's eye who bothered paying attention. He was a looker to be sure, but his lame attempts -- at least James considered them lame -- to swoon one woman after another were pathetic to the point of aggravation.