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JM

@speciosamors

I'm stronger than all my men,
Except for you. Moriarty's my name, the world is my game. I'm the King. (RP/Sherlock/MV/#Kaden)

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@SniiperSebMoran "No." He said softly; "Well apart from dinner.... but I'm taking you with me for that... At least, I'd like to... If --

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@SniiperSebMoran "Don't choke, Basher." He said, lightheartedly. "Well, of course I'm giving you a choice. This isn't work. This is... --

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@SniiperSebMoran -- play, I suppose, Tiger... You get a choice in play.. And you're not working today anyway, so I can't /make/ you do --

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@SniiperSebMoran "Well good... I'll expect to see you at 6 o' clock in your suit.. Now, if you don't mind, I have some work to do." He --

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@SniiperSebMoran -- said, standing. "Call me if you need anything." He gave what was almost a bow, turning and leaving to his office.

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@SniiperSebMoran Jim almost certainly didn't leave his office until 6 o'clock, almost certainly prepared in there.. somehow. And when it --

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@SniiperSebMoran -- was 6, he was there, waiting at the front door in a pristine black suit, one hand on his pocket, standing there and --

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@SniiperSebMoran "/Your/ criminals?" He asked, raising a brow with a smirk. "Oh Tiger, you forget yourself." He said, reaching out to --

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@SniiperSebMoran He huffed, shoving him back. "Well then. Open the door for me and take me to your car. Your sat navs all set up for you --

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@SniiperSebMoran He smirked, adjusting the cuffs on his sleeves so his suit was as pristine as ever. "Yes, Basher?" He asked as he did so, -