[ /Someone/ gets it! Of course, it's only to be expected that that would come from another of the Moriarty variety; but it's a /distinct/ improvement, to say the least. We might take you up on that yet--mi casa es su casa, no? Much the same favour extended Sunshine's way should he have need (though based on our observations he seems well-covered enough). A lift of eyebrow and a mirrored tilt of mug before proceeding to burn whatever's left of his throat. (Id est--we understand /perfectly./) ]
[Words right out of our mouth, Chaos, words right out of our mouth. Not that that should be surprising, we suppose! Still, as you've intimated: it's nice.
To work, then. Sunshine tosses back his coffee in a single go, confident that by the time he wants more someone else will have come back 'round with a new offering. His money's on the storyteller, it's... been a while since they've been by, their presence is due.
The mug drops from careless fingers to the floor, though the thud is muted by the carpet and Sunshine's hands swish outward, summoning a keyboard from the nanobots he'd received from Mischief to commence putting thoughts to words. Perhaps the process will be all the quicker for the presence of another him! And even if it's not, no harm no foul, no?]