63!'d and I DON'T KNOW WHAT I AM DOING.

[underweared]

Look at you fret, tut-tut.

I see some difficulty and that's a large chunk of 'fun time' you're wiping out of the schedule. There are things to do, a life to l i v e~ [ A humorous fluctuation at that last bit. Do-ho. ]

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[zordaar]

Why not? Best one I've heard in years.

[deducive]

I didn't intend to be. [ dryly. ] I'm not drawing hearts and flowers around your name.

Bigger stakes, naturally. That would make it what? Round three? Four?

[underweared]

Then I would say you're lacking a proper sense of humor. Come now, no one likes the lone laugher.

[underweared]

You might as well be with the direction you're going.

I believe I haven't been keeping count, it just happens. [ An exaggerated shruggggggg. ]

[deducive]

I couldn't do that, now could I? I mean after all, you've repeatedly stated that you're one of Sherlock Holmes' biggest fangirls.

You just happen to find the most convenient route to terrorise my life?

[zordaar]

[So dryly—]

No, really? What are you going to do, end our friendship?

[underweared]

[ She throws up her hands with an enthusiastic gasp. ]

Anything but that! We've been through so much, you and I.

[underweared]

Number one, I'll say.

Now, now, you act like you're the only thing on my to-do list. [ The tiniest smirk at that, quietly enjoying her joke. ]

[zordaar]

Hell and back.

[She settles back like she's not going to say more—then decides, what the hell, may as well entertain herself.]

Tell me more about Powers. Our first date; you ought to like that.

[zordaar]

Naturally.

[That's distinctly reserved, even absent—something to say while she's staring at her.]

[tigers]

[ Nothing was even said omg ]

[deducive]

[ and the abyss gazes back, naturally. she doesn't flinch. wastes no time in deducing what she can of this other Sherlock. ]

And the world does turn.

[ a beat. ]

Problem?

[deducive]

I'm not sure if you're trying to flatter me or insult me.

[noticing]

[ Not even the most bizarre happening this week. Not even the third most. ]

Interesting. A consultation with you usually results in lives ending.

Oh hey, hello again! (This is a_spider~)

[underweared]

Nothing too shocking about that. You would know, you really would.

[underweared]

[ Keep it that way. ]

[underweared]

Both?

[underweared]

And this is where I accuse you of being clingy. Digging into that? Touchy-feely ground there, cheekbones.

Yes! Julya edged me in your direction. c:

[noticing]

No, yet here you are, encouraging someone to live their life. Change of heart, or are you just bored?

WOW julya is terrible, let me tell you...

[underweared]

Oh, I do love to play, especially with words. If I were being direct, I would say "carry on so I can cause some trouble."

Preferable?

[noticing]

You being direct, or the idea of you causing trouble? The former, always. The latter? Never.

[ Such a lie even he can't help the corner of his lip from twitching, a smirk threatening to spill over onto his lips. ]

[underweared]

[ A quiet thought tickles her lips into a smile, actually encouraging the slight shake of her head that follows into the curious reptilian movement. Dark eyes peering and sinking into Sherlock's own. Bright and gleaming and just welcoming her in. ]

The detective doth protest too much, methinks.

[noticing]

[ Ah, and there it is. The oscillation of her neck and the harrowing gaze so familiar with Moriarty, regardless of the incarnation. What a lovely smile this woman has. How he would like to see it locked up in an isolated room, ten stories underground. ]

Really? Well, [ You've killed him once, you, one of you, the intimidation, the interest you inspire has dwindled. So hope you don't mind if Sherlock is the one encroaching on your personal space, Moriarty, standing just a foot before you with hands clasped behind his back. ]

-then please, scatter your breadcrumbs and leave me a trail. [ Interesting, their height difference. It's significant enough for Sherlock to notice it (well then again, he notices everything) and yet the feel of those eyes drilling into his with her lash-smudged glance is as unsettling as it's always been. Fingers dig into palms. Jaw tightens. ] By all means, make my job easier. [ On the last word, his upper lip curls. ]

[pickpocket]

Yup, that's me. So whiney. Guess I'm a little bit more grudgey than I thought.

[ ...ssssquint ]

Let's not go there.

[pickpocket]

[ SQUINT?! ]

You're basically the worst stepmom ever.