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It's All Fun And Games Til Someone Loses An Eye. Oh Wait, That's Kinda Fun Too!

Mar 13, 2011 14:02

Who: Moran & Moriarty
When: Sebastian and Jim had been playing undercover at the London Royal Opera for a few weeks now.

Moran fell onto the small couch in Jim's shared dressing room and groaned. "Why did I think this was a good idea again?" He ached everywhere. Carrying around rigging was like being in the gym for eight hours a day on a treadmill ( Read more... )

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dontbeobvious March 13 2011, 18:10:05 UTC

Jim didn't bother looking up, he had a scope balanced on one edge of the sofa, his legs were sprawled on the coffee table and he was attempting to finish a text with no distractions. He'd been glued to his phone all day, it made rehearsals a bitch and eventually he'd been told to take the evening off. He lied and said his mother was in the hospital, people were oddly sympathetic.

It took him another minute to finish the text before he finally acknowledge Moran and smiled.

"Oh, what were you say? Scope? Oh, yes, yes. I borrowed it this morning. I was thinking of getting a good look at the range in this theatre and it was all I could find."

Staring up at the ceiling, Jim frowned every so slightly.

"I thought couples shared everything they owned. Why do you have such a problem with me borrowing your things?" Probably because they weren't actually a couple, just in Jims mind.

thecrackshot March 13 2011, 18:27:30 UTC

He wasn't touching 'couple.' Jim was his boss and his friend. Anything else was to keep a lid on the crazy for a little while and Moran approached it like he did a target.

"Firstly, because borrowing requires that you ask permission. And guess what? You didn't. Secondly, my dear Jim," he said, purposefully mimicking Sherlock Holmes, accent and all, "you also destroy my things. Please stop fucking up my stuff, Jim. It's not just expensive, it's rare."

dontbeobvious March 13 2011, 18:32:58 UTC

"I can get you another one easily. Nothing rare, you're just under the impress it is. If its really not being made any more, I'll make the owner restart production," Jim remarked as he looked downwards, trying to ignore the cheap jeans and shirt he had been forced into this morning. He missed Westwood, Clavin Kiene and Armani.

Hell, even his lounge clothing was top quality, things like Nike and Reebok. He never settled for anything on the lower end of the market because, why should he?

"I want to go home now, I'm bored."

thecrackshot March 13 2011, 18:45:24 UTC

"Yeah and what do you think I am? Besides, you'll be bored at home. And you love the way they coddle you after rehearsal."

Even Moran did it, but it was hard not to shower Jim with praise when he did well. It was a bit like caring for a puppy. One that was also a genius and liked to cause quite a stir as he pulled the strings and played puppet master across the globe.

He threw his feet into Jim's lap. "Just play closeted Jim a little while longer. It'll be opening night soon. Oh, so you got your costume?" He'd spied it in the corner and grinned. "Try it on."

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dontbeobvious March 14 2011, 16:59:18 UTC

Asking Jim to behave and not touch anything was like asking Moran not to get an itchy trigger finger. The minute Moran went off, Jim slipped ahead and into the front seat, looking over Morans car with great interest.

Now. How did this work again? He remember his driving lessons and the rest, he assumed, was just common sense.

Revving the engine, while Moran was doing the boring task, Jim drove off. He wasn't leaving his henchmen behind, he just went in a loop. And he did so in a surprisingly careful and immaculate manner. His speed was too the limit, he obey the signs and even parked neatly when he was done.

Why did Moran never let him drive anyway?