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WHAT DID I DO? who am i? WHAT HAVE I DONE? ➳ [Indie Sebastian Moran RP]

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[predomiinates]

       If you don’t mind my asking, why are you looking for a Mister Darnell?

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              " Because I...I might have done something to him. I'm-- this suit...it's his. His wallet's in my pocket and I don't have any idea why. "

But he does know how.

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   Smiling at the sight of someone actually interacting with the puppy, Gwen leaned in closer to the door way, arms folding over her chest. “She’s my baby. First pet I’ve ever had.”

   At the mention of his name, the blonde nodded her head, a blush on her cheeks while the puppy appeared too comfortable with the fellow.

   When the microwave beeped, she turned on her heels, grabbing for the hot pockets. “You’re stuff is ready, Sebastian!”

   While the puppy appeared to run around the corner to discover the food, Gwen readied the plate and smiled faintly.  ”I think you’ll enjoy knowing that the right one is a breakfast hot pocket and the other is pizza.  Kinda didn’t know which you preferred, so yeah…”

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          " I...believe I had a pet once. " He's not sure what it was, or when, but there's vague memories of crooning over fur and wet noses he doesn't really remember---- or maybe he does. 

Sebastian blinks and shakes his head, pulling himself away from that dark place. He's learned that dwelling on the things he doesn't remember only serves to bring him headaches and bitterness. 

          " I really, er, don't have a preference. Food's...hard enough to come by without being picky. Thank you, by the way. "

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    "Are you sure?" Again, she peeked outside, gaze narrowing on the tall blond before readying a hot pocket, or two, for his being.

    Leaning once more after readying the plate and the microwave, Gwen gave the puppy a look before giving him another glance. “That would be Gipsy. My roommate got her for me as some company. She’s a true sweetheart.”

    Watching as the puppy pawed gently at his foot, she gave way to glancing at the man once more. “And I’m Gwen, pleasure to meet you. And two hot pockets are readying for you right now.”

    While Gipsy appeared pleasant, the blonde noted the microwave once more, grinning at the fact that the time hadn’t elapsed.  ”So, what of yourself?  Your name, by chance.  Is that allowed?”

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" God, yes, she's a pretty thing. Aren't you, sweetheart? " he croons, scratching her back. 

Sebastian looks up at the question. Allowed? Why wouldn't it be? 

            she might know what you've done

                                    she might know who sebastian moran really is

" I'm Sebastian. Uh, Moran. There's not...much to myself, " Sebastian replies, sitting back as Gipsy trips over his shoe. He ruffles her muzzle. 

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  "And I could tell you the same thing about answer a message from a complete stranger, but then were would we be in about, give or take, five minutes?"

  Watching as Gipsy approached the man, the blonde began into the kitchen, her gaze going back to the other while a brow arched upwards. “I think that, either way you look at it is just fine by me. In regards to food though, what would you prefer? A hot pocket and for me to kick you out, or to actually enjoy company?”

  Ten out of twenty would go with the latter; a hot pocket and see what happens, but what with her absurd need for company, the blonde could see it going either way.

   “I could make pancakes,” she stated aloud, “and if you don’t mind, please shut the front door. I don’t want the puppy running away.”

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          " Don't trouble yourself too much. Hot pocket'll do fine. Spectacularly, actually. "

The front door closes with a faint creak and soft thud. There's the click of hard toenails on the floor and Sebastian blinks. The dog sniffs curiously at his pant leg. 

          " Oh my. Hello, " he greets with a warm grin, allowing himself to relax as he drops to a knee beside the furry creature and offers his hand. He's always loved dogs, but can't trust himself anymore to take care of one.

          " What's your name, beautiful? " he asks, rubbing a large palm over her head (having passed the sniff test). Sebastian ruffles her ears.

[labyrinth-of-thoughts]

Send me one to see how my muse reacts!

"Shut up!" "Please, talk to me." "I have no idea…" "I know what this is!" "Why did you do that?" "How could you do this?" "Let me do it!" "Leave me alone." "Don’t leave me." "Kiss me." "Don’t touch me." "Why weren’t you there?" "Why are you here?" "What are you doing?" "Don’t look!" "Just look at it!" "How did you get in here?" "How did you escape?" "Help me." "I want to help you." "You’re a monster!" "You’re not a monster!"

[predomiinates]

       Dear, the only reason a card should have my address on it is if the man you’re looking for is a client of mine. However I don’t recall the name. Most likely he wasn’t a frequent one.

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Whose suit is he wearing, then ?

                     Who the hell is Roger Darnell ?

"Oh, shit."

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  So, perhaps inviting anyone over for food, free food, was silly, but that was Gwen. She had too much after the boys moved out and with knowing the obvious, she didn’t want to waste it all on herself. Hell, even Gipsy didn’t eat the rations left over because Max wasn’t there. Instead, it was simple. Be welcoming and give anyone the chance to have some food.

  Waiting for someone to come around, the blonde glanced at the during its knocks, her feet and legs stumbling about til listening to the voice.  ”Yeah! Hey, hi, come in.”  Stranger, nevertheless, but hell, if Gwen was going to be kind, then this was going to be her ticket.  ”Please, come in.  What’re you hungry for?”

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  With a slight nod of thanks, Sebastian ducks his tall frame into the room, hands in his pockets. 

          " Really, anything you're willing to give will be fine, " he responds. 

  He stands stiffly, on guard, by the doorway, hands nonchalantly in his pockets but his body tenses-- he's ready for a fight. He assumes, by the way his body remembers hand to hand, that he's had previous military or professional training, because he's managed to disarm men twice his size in muscle just on muscle memory. Being alone with someone he's just met makes him a little edgy. 

            " Guess it's not really my place, but...it's not really wise to just invite strangers to your house, is it? "

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.psa

   It's perfectly fine for a Sherlock fandom-related character to recognize Sebastian or Sebastian's name. He's an amnesiac, but not completely AU. However, he had only just started working with Moriarty when he disappeared. 

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Wrapped in her blanket, the blonde found herself meandering about the kitchen, grabbing for two sleeves of hot pockets, yes both for herself.  As much as she enjoyed the loneliness of being alone in the house, the blonde found herself far too scared to settle down for the evening, and as choice went, she brought out her phone, aware that she wanted nothing more than a bit of company.  And, well, she was going to attempt to get it.

msg to all: free food at house thirty nine. again, free food.

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   The guy next to him gives his a cold glare when his phone pings in his torn trouser pocket. He makes a face at him as he checks the text-- just because he's homeless doesn't mean he can't have a phone. The text has him on his feet and down the street in minutes. Any invitation for free food is a godsend and hell if he isn't going to take the opportunity. 

   He knocks lightly on the door, shivering. " --uh. This is...thirty-nine, right? "