Because he's an asshole. (spoilers? maybe? if you squint?)

[sooochangeable]

How much is that doggy in the window?

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lmao have Seb from another canon?

[fearfulhand]

...you're not serious.

Kid you not. Reading the book right now.

[sooochangeable]

Do I look like I'm joking?

[Survey says....]

...I started it last night. Over halfway through orz

[fearfulhand]

No one can ever tell with you.

[Is that a hint bitterness? Maybe?]

[sooochangeable]

So moody, Sebastian.

[fearfulhand]

I'm the moody one.

[He snorts.]

's much as you're not mine, I know well and good to stay on the good side of any fucker with your name. But I also know that you wouldn't ask for a price of anything you might as well steal. And cheap things like that don't suit you.

[sooochangeable]

Figure of speech, darling. I've never had a fondness for animals. But you would know that, wouldn't you?

Interesting choice of words though.

[fearfulhand]

The only fondness he's got is spearing kittens to the wall, so I s'pose that bit's true.

What do you mean?

[sooochangeable]

Hmmm, whaddyaknow we are the same person after all.

I mean your choice of words from before, darling. Do try to keep up.

[fearfulhand]

Little. He's a sight bonier than you.

If you say so. I'll- wait, darling? Did I miss something here?

[sooochangeable]

You're starting to irritate Daddy.

[fearfulhand]

[Pause. Squint. An angry Moriarty means a dead Sebastian, no matter which world he's from or how odd he is.]

Just trying to make sense of things.

[sooochangeable]

[He gets angry over the smallest thing sometimes.]

What is there to make sense of? Don't tell me you're so stunted socially you can't gather a nickname for what it is. That'd just be so disappointing.

And, since we're on this tangent now, I think I'll do the courtesy of telling you that you used the word 'mine', Sebastian dear.

[Okay, now he's just being an asshole. Crisis averted. Maybe?]

[fearfulhand]

Yeah. I meant-

[From his world, obviously is what he meant, but it runs almost deeper than that. Not that anyone could possess a man like Moriarty, not like anyone could even come close, but after being second in command for so long, it just seemed natural that- while Moriarty wouldn't hesitate to slit his throat for an inappropriate comment, they were still, somehow, the closest thing one another had to an actual human companion. It was horrible and it was twisted and Sebastian wasn't deep enough to think about why he'd used that word.]

-you know. You're not mine, you're- different, even though you're the same person. That's all I meant.

[sooochangeable]

[Smirkity.]

Don't sprain anything, dearie. Goodness.

[fearfulhand]

I'm not.

[He moves to light a cigarette.]

What's with you, anyway? Where's your- me?

[sooochangeable]

[He shrugs. Looking quiet sad. But it's just a face, masking very well his actual opinion on the matter of his second's absence.]

Not here.

[fearfulhand]

...dead?

[He reads that sad look for what it appears to be and isn't pleased about the implications.]

[sooochangeable]

[And James instantly goes from calm to snappy. Apparently, that struck a chord with him he isn't so keen on hiding.]

No you dunce. He's just not here as in here. Mine still walks this mortal coil.

[fearfulhand]

[He simmers at being called a dunce, but doesn't rise to the bait- it's all in his body language though, and he nods.]

What's to be had here then? Doesn't look like an interesting place.

[sooochangeable]

[Oooo he likes that. That faint little tensing of his frame, squaring of the jaw. A reaction.]

......Think of it like a minefield. I'm testing the grounds, darling; as it were.

[Waiting for a certain foe to rear his head -- whatever.]

[fearfulhand]

...any mines need stepping on?

[He had time to kill and a revolver in his jacket.]

[precisionfocus]

Sounds like a good idea.

You step, I detonate.

[sooochangeable]

Boys.

[fearfulhand]

Heh.

[A rogue smile.]

And there you go. Luck to you both, but I've got better things to do than play with bombs.

[Bints to be done over, gambles to be made, a few shots to take- more than a few things he could get to.]

Ta.