dear_mun | (no subject)

Darling...dear, dear darling writer of mine.

Where has the time gone? Yes, you and your writing, your story about how Sherlock and I survived, right? Yes, and there's work, yes yes, of course, tons of that. Planning, you're always planning? Maybe that's why you got me instead of Sherlock. Yes, that'd make sense. And those shows you watch, all that telly rots your brain, you can't even THINK when it comes to putting a journal together for me, can you?

Your life is so BORING. Why wouldn't you want to play with me? Come, I can bring you so much entertainment! Well, might not be entertaining for me but, that's where you come in. You find me a Sherlock, darling, and I'll spin your world whichever way you want. Consider this quid pro quo. Give me something to DO and I'll make life fun again.

You've got icons up, yes. And the journal. Hm, yes. But what about my profile? Or maybe even a post or two? I'm the Consulting Criminal, how do you expect people to contact me? Magic? You're absolutely RIDICULOUS! So SLOW and BORING. Just like the rest of the ordinary people. Ugh, you're never going to learn, are you?

Just, shut up and work on that journal of mine. I'd like to be presentable shortly for my clients, lest you wish on ruining my business, which would not be wise on your part.

Fix it before I fix you. And not in a good way.

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I don't need you to be afraid. You being aware of my existence is enough. [smiles] Boredom is settling in again, so I might just start up a new game. If you want to run to Sherlock, please, tell him.

No. You need Sherlock to play your game? I'm not going to help you.

So defensive, Johnny boy! Fine. I'll take care of things. Better rush home and make sure he's alright. God only knows what might cross his path shortly.

[He stares hard at Moriarty, and then, hating himself, he begins backing away. When he's well enough out of range, he turns and sprints back to the flat.]