Monograms - Open Johniarty Prompt
“Why does everything in your flat have M on it?!”
John said this as he was picking up a throw pillow off the couch in Jim Moriarty’s apartment - really, ‘apartment’ was a better descriptor than ‘flat’. Not many people who owned flats had indoor jacuzzis...or monogrammed everything. Which was rather the point.
John examined the throw pillow he was holding. It was made of a shiny, reflective material, and the monogrammed M on the front was embossed and slightly raised. It wasn’t like it wasn’t classy and beautiful, every M in the apartment was, but there were just so many of them. On the faucets. On the refrigerator. On the door mat. On the throw pillows. On at least half of John’s new clothing sewn either delicately into the sleeves or pockets or that one Christmas jumper that just had a big M on the front. Subtle.
“I mean do you forget your name frequently or something? Or you’re worried your associates will forget who you are?” John started to grin, flopping down on the couch, throwing aside the pillow, and grabbing the remote. He tried to make his voice sound slightly deeper. “Oh, I’m JIM MORIARTY, you BETTER NOT forget my name!!” John cracked up laughing on the couch, not hearing Jim come in behind him.