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« he /adored/ it. He loved the thrill of the anticipation, his suited back pressed against the wall. Oh, @ACagedBeast~.

“—And how does that make you feel. . . /darling/~?” Oh. Oh. Oh. A tango with @ACagedBeast. James was playing a dangerous game here, and »

« He only wished he didn't have to kill him. . . | @SniiperSebMoran.

« quiet tone. “As you wish. . Tiger.” — That nickname was so intimate to Jim. He adored how tiger-like @SniiperSebMoran really was. »

« it. They weren't supposed to. . . fall in love. Looking down and away from @SniiperSebMoran, his sniper, Jim can only speak in a »

Damn it all. James was never supposed to get attached, nor was @SniiperSebMoran. They were supposed to shag when bored, and that was »

« James muses, “No one could know that I was alive. If you knew, you could've been put in danger. .” | @WittyMoran.

« note, as I was too busy being clever.” Snarky? Yes. Shaking his head and pushing away his usual sarcastic undertone, |@WittyMoran »

« solicited emotions @WittyMoran brought about. Looking away from his Tiger, Moriarty bellows, “Forgive me for not leaving you a /bloody/ »

James remains silent for a long moment, he knowing full well that @WittyMoran deserved to be angry with him. Jim deserved whatever »

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« here soon, and oh - how confused he would be. @EccentricMaven would be /baffled/ by the ghost before him.

« Setting up some tea and little snacks, Jim can only feel the corners of his lips quirk up in a pleasant grin. @EccentricMaven would be »

« flat look presentable. No doubt that @EccentricMaven was taking his time to arrive. How dull. — How /boring/. James wanted to play, now.»

« Dancing round elegantly to an old instrumental piece, the Napoleon of crime takes his sweet time in making the | @EccentricMaven »

« the tantalizing curiosity would consume @EccentricMaven until he broke, breaking into the mess he truly was. Oh~. He couldn't wait. »

Would @EccentricMaven come? Yes. Such a question was rhetorical in itself. — For him, Sherlock always came a-running. He knew that »

« rather enjoyable company. . “You think me gorgeous?” He muses, eyes locked on @ACagedBeast's own.

Oh my~. James was dancing with the Devil. — Quite literally. Though, perhaps he liked the sound of that. @ACagedBeast did seem like »