#misbehavc

❝  𝐢’𝐦  ...   𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲,    𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧.  ❞         but he’s not so certain the other man has.  it’s  unmistakable  to ira that this meeting  isn’t  by chance ;  he’s heard the rumours,  as they split through shadow in this vast and thirsty criminal underbelly.   (  some sort of unnerved little whisper that parries from mouth to mouth.  )    a  tight  swallow,  the nooks of his jaw grinding in growing discomfort.   ❝  have a nice day,  ❞     he all but  mumbles,  searching for the nearest way out,   skittish  as ever.          //           @misbehavc​  ( moriarty )  liked for a starter.

«  oh,  I wouldn't know,  James  ——  am I flirting with the man I live with  ?    »    the man he loves,  if he were the type of man to say it very often.  no worries,  though,  he is in the habit of spoiling Jim in other ways.    «  I stopped by the new bakery you said you wanted to try,  by the way.  »

James should know better than to text Mycroft. He better email, or better yet, give him a ring instead. so he can ignore him more easily.

𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐮𝐧𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧     ——–     𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭,  𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞.  𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐬     ;     𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐥𝐲-𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐞.  before she replies,  a succession of violent coughs leave her,  only relieved when she dives for the kitchen window,  allowing the stifling air to seep out from the small space and into the nature blooming outside.     ❝     ...  i didn’t punch you in the boob,  rey.  i was expressing,  with my hands,  that not burnin’ the bread is ideal     ——–      its not my fault you walked into that expression !     ❞

first present and it arrived from fucking lithuania, IRLs be fucking weak.  @misbehavc​ <3333

—               }{  HER HEAD TILTS in curiosity at the other’s words.  as far as she could tell, mais was no vampire, which would be answer enough for such interesting abilities.  she’d met few humans with otherworldly abilities.  she shifts a little closer, elbows leaning on her legs, her eyes glinting with curiosity.     ❝ what kind of voices do you mean?  like people’s thoughts?  or ghostly voices? ❞

        drink in hand, and lightly swaying to the music. she hates the friday night shift. ❝          been a while since i saw you around, R. the ladies of this fine establishment have quite missed you. can’t say the same for the men, though. ❞

‘      we haven’t seen you    downstairs    in so long.                                  could it kill you to visit?     ’