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TEXTS FROM LAST NIGHT

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Moriarty // BBC SHerlock// Sherlock only

[turn_u_in2shoes]

It was MY birthday and I told you it's better with embalming fluid.
-M

[improbably_true]

Embalming fluid is hideous to drink. I consider myself a bit better than that. Hence why I didn't send you anything -SH.

[turn_u_in2shoes]

You're so lazy. I have to do everything in this relationship. - M

[improbably_true]

So you do like to get your hands dirty. But I should think we both know that - SH

[turn_u_in2shoes]

But why when I can get others to do it for me?

And well, it is all about appearances you know. -M

[improbably_true]

You're indicating that you're the lazy one, then. Appearences. How shallow of you. - SH

[turn_u_in2shoes]

You know me so well.

...let's have dinner. -M

HTML fail for some reason

[improbably_true]

The last person that asked me received a resounding no. -SH

Re: HTML fail for some reason -

[turn_u_in2shoes]

Good thing that 'no' is the one word I refuse to accept.

How does 8pm sound?- - M

Re: HTML fail for some reason -

[improbably_true]

Eight's fine. The good doctor won't be in. Indian or Mexican?

[turn_u_in2shoes]

Not in? Oh dear, who will protect you virtue then?

Indian it is. See you soon.. - M

[improbably_true]

I don't know that I have any 'virtue' to protect. Apologies for the disappointment - SH

[turn_u_in2shoes]

You can make it up to me on some other random day.

Now quit texting me, I'm driving. Moran has day off too. Perhaps him and the good doctor are having their own tête-à-têt?

*He hangs up, continues his errands, and arrives at Sherlock's flat at the correct time.*

*press press press ...5x's more pressing buzzer*

[improbably_true]

*Annoyed, Sherlock pulls open the door. Of course, the Indian has been delivered already, and the coffee table is set.*

Come in.

[turn_u_in2shoes]

*And he does. Without ceremony, Moriarty steps over the threshold and swiftly looks about for any dynamic changes since the 'incident'.*

You're looking well. *He seats himself and reaches for the pot of tea first and takes his already poured cup of tea to sip silently.*

*Silence is golden. It also bought time.*

[improbably_true]

*Sherlock just watches him, warily, waiting for a move that he can counter, though he takes up his takeaway and a fork.* Spare me the trivial domestic thing, will you?