Tiger, Tiger

My name's Sebastian Moran. I'm a drinker, a gambler, and a killer. But you already knew that. What the fuck else do you want from me?

[nitroglycerin-sniper-blog]

What's that saying?

All work and no play makes me go fuckin stir crazy. It's time I had some fun.

[ask-jim-moriarty-blog]

Oh, tiger.

I wouldn’t have you any other way.

[nitroglycerin-sniper-blog]

I'd hope not. It's a bit too late in my life to start changing that, after all I've done.

[ask-jim-moriarty-blog]

Aaaah, malicious shooting. What you did to me, then, I assume, was affectionate and loving shooting. Pardon me for not understanding the difference. 

We’ve attacked each other in fits of anger. I mean…well, mostly me to you, but it’s happened.

[nitroglycerin-sniper-blog]

Ah, fuck. Well, the moral of the story is that I'm fucked up, but the intended moral was that I hate Sherlock.

[ask-jim-moriarty-blog]

You shouldn’t.

You’ve shot me. If that’s an expression of hatred with you, we might need to have a chat, Basher, my dear.

[nitroglycerin-sniper-blog]

This was malicious shooting, though. It's different. Perhaps a better phrasing would be that we attacked each other in fits of anger. On two separate occasions.

[cytharat]

“He is a genius, a philosopher, an abstract thinker.” 

[ask-jim-moriarty-blog]

Yes, you are, aren’t you?

But he’s—his mind—he’s brilliant, Moran. How could you not want to speak with him? He’s fascinating. 

[nitroglycerin-sniper-blog]

I won't deny it.

He's-- That's an argument that won't be won. The point is that we've literally shot each other, Jim. The feeling's mutual.

[nitroglycerin-sniper-blog]

+ theimpossiblegxrl

Can I help you?

[nitroglycerin-sniper-blog]

The Virgin isn’t even worth my time, honestly.

[ask-jim-moriarty-blog]

…Why did I pick you, again?

[nitroglycerin-sniper-blog]

Because I'm fucking incredible. 

You know Sherlock and I don't get along.

[ask-jim-moriarty-blog]

Oh, I’m sure.

Good. No one else is worth your time. Holmes’ little tin soldier, maybe, but nobody else.

[nitroglycerin-sniper-blog]

The Virgin isn't even worth my time, honestly.

[ask-jim-moriarty-blog]

Oh. That simple, is it?

[nitroglycerin-sniper-blog]

It is!

Not that anyone is talking to me besides you and Sherlock.

[nitroglycerin-sniper-blog]

Sounds very exciting. I don’t even know who Phi is, but okay.

[inquiries-to-sherlock-holmes]

Neighbour.

You should film Moriarty watching telly. Bet his reactions are funny.

[nitroglycerin-sniper-blog]

I see. Like I said, I'm out of the loop.

It's mostly disgusted faces.

[ask-jim-moriarty-blog]

[nitroglycerin-sniper-blog]

You know, it's really not that bad if you talk to the right people.

[inquiries-to-sherlock-holmes]

Oh, the usual.  I’m bored at home, Moriarty’s trying to talk Emma into playing with Bunsen burners, John’s sulking, Mary’s hormonal, and Phi seems to be cross with things.

[nitroglycerin-sniper-blog]

Sounds very exciting. I don't even know who Phi is, but okay.

[ask-jim-moriarty-blog]

Are you socializing?

[nitroglycerin-sniper-blog]

Attempting to, yes.

[nitroglycerin-sniper-blog]

I feel very out of the loop these days. What's going on with everyone?

[ask-jim-moriarty-blog]

Define ‘interesting’.

[nitroglycerin-sniper-blog]

Anything but sitting around doing nothing.

Dull work's no fun, either.

[nitroglycerin-sniper-blog]

Fucking hell, does anything interesting ever happen?