why not?

is Sebastian crying like a little bitch over shooting John? 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅.

YOU SHOULD SEE ME IN A C͟R͟O͟W͟N͟ , I’M GUNNA RUN THIS NOTHING T͟O͟W͟N͟ .̲

Naturally.

as if he would forget to knock, what does Sherlock take him for?

He’s making his way there now, he shall be there momentarily- he hopes the place is clean.

/ long responses tomorrow, I’m tired

/ I was hanging out in another fandom, long responses here tomorrow or Monday, I swear 🩵

Is he sure?

something that you’re not to be involved in, dear.

then go and get one?

surpriiiiiiiiiise.

a smile, hiiiiii.

and why is that so? —— a raised brow. “hullo.”

oh? blink, blink. that’s 𝒐𝒅𝒅 of sebastian to say - disappointing too; is he really questioning his ability to 𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏? a click of his tongue, pettiness inbound. “likewise, moran.”

“it’s inexcusable.” was all he said, rolling his eyes as he took his phone out of his pocket and began scrolling through it.

more scrolling through his phone - stopping at the candy crush app; he hasn’t played this in a 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆. “hmm.”

“sorry are you still here?” a red light was set onto sebastian, the familiar red light that the tiger himself had set on many. “little panther doesn’t take to kindly to traitors.”

“very well.” a snap of his fingers and the bullet from the new sniper up above flew threw the air and into the others shoulder; he won’t 𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍 moran, he’ll keep him alive to suffer, death is too easy.