voicetesting + impulse account #??? + wishing for sunday to arrive faster udek

[discophone]

Oh, I do so hate waiting. Don't you? Of course you do. We all do.

Still. Only days until tea-time. Then we'll have our big moment.

Well. Moments.

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[highfunctioning_sociopath]

It won't work.

[discophone]

Won't it?

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

You have "Stayin' Alive" as your ringtone. For as "changeable" as you claim to be... You are boring and predicable.

[discophone]

Boring and pre-dic-table! [ There is a shark, and its teeth are living in Moriarty's mouth. The smile is so wide it hurts. ] Perhaps I changed. Being so changeable, and all. From interesting, to... so terribly dull.

[ He pauses. Significantly. HOW ARE THE BEE GEES DULL, SHERLOCK. They're not. ]

Then again, you wouldn't be speaking to me if I had. No. No, I'm still utterly captivating, aren't I? Like a flame.

And you're the moth.

[ And you're going to get burned. ]

So stop fooling yourself, Sherlock. Really. It's a bit insulting.

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[He sighs.]

The only interesting thing about you is that you are a consulting criminal.

[scandalize]

I prefer dinner, but I could do well with tea.

[ soft grin. ]

Patience is a virtue. I should whip you up some manners.

[discophone]

The only thing? Dear me. I'm disappointed.

[ He doesn't believe that at all. One. Bit. ]

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

Best you get used to disappointment, then...

[As if Sherlock would admit his level of interest to him.]

[discophone]

Should, would, could. But you're not going to. [ Not yet, anyway. He's busy. Aw. 8( ]

Do I look like the sort of man with virtues?

[discophone]

So should you.

[ Innocent shrug. ]

Just in case.

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[He rolls his eyes.]

I'm always disappointed, but thanks for the tip.

[scandalize]

Are we not? Another little boy genius turning me down for dinner.

[ Wistful sigh ]

You should look the part. It's a simple enough equation, Professor Moriarty. Facilitate the appearance of having virtue and for the most part you ought to be able to sway the people who actually do. I believe in temptation.

[discophone]

Sorry. [ He's not. ] I've already got dinner plans.

[ And. Ooh, Professor. Professor. He always likes it when he's called that. It's so. Dignified. ]

Oh, stop it. [ Catty wrist-flop, coy smile. You flatter him! Only not really. There's a hidden "duh" and "oh you naughty girl" in there, hidden in the layers of childish of his voice; and something else, something feral. ] I don't have to play virtuous with anyone right now, Irene dearest. It's more fun when you come clean, isn't it? When you win. Acting only gets you so far.

[ POINTED LOOK. ]

[scandalize]

Shame. I suppouse I ought to preoccupy myself with other activites. I do like to keep busy.

[ She will not, Jim. SHE WILL NOT. ]

You can make me come a lot of ways, Professor - clean isn't one of them. Of course when have our dealings ever been clean? It would be so confusing to suddenly set a different tone to our affairs.

[discophone]

Hmmm. [ He draws the sound out, varies its pitch. High to low. Like tumbling down a cliff. ]

I sup-pose that's true. Clean? Maybe not. Changeable, though. I do rather enjoy confusing.

And if you like to keep busy, well. I'm sure we could come— [ He smiles a knife's grin. Come. Oh, what a funny pair they are. So funny you might die. ] —to some kind of arrangement.

[ What that arrangement could be is anyone's guess. Like Jim himself, his plans are subject to extreme fluctuation. ]