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@dicksleuth @exploitedmind

♚;; Alright. I’m about to have @ixhadbadxdays‘s tongue cut out and delivered to one of you. Who wants it? Promise to gift wrap it! JMx

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@hiistiger @photographcr @nolongeratiger @jimspettiger @gamblingtigersniper @snipersmoran @moriartyproperty

♚;; Now, now. Which of you lovely tigers are going to be a perfect gentleman and come work for me? Message me, or like this post, and I’ll have to convince you that my operation is worth joining. Don’t make me beg. xoxo, JMx

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For the Love of God.

@dicksleuth

♚ The air seems thick and pervasive in the office in which Professor of Mathematics, James Moriarty sat, thicker than it ever had been. Some kind of game was afoot; even he could feel a slight pressure beginning to weigh down onto his shoulders. Some of the silk in his web had begun to dissipate, but the structure held strong. Whatever meddling Sherlock Holmes was up to, it wouldn’t hold firm. Moriarty was just as brilliant as the detective, but infinitely more devious. That was his strength, and it was one that Mr. Holmes wouldn’t be able to trump. So, was it rage, excitement, or nerves that caused the tremble he felt creep up his spine as the legendary mind sat in front of him? He feigned friendliness; his face maintained an engaged expression, hints of a smile coming to the corners of his lips. No, it wasn’t a disgrace that he had caught the detective’s mind; instead it was more of an honor, a privilege, to have him here. “My word. If it isn’t Sherlock Holmes, himself. What ever brings you to this humble den of learning? Is there something that I can help you with? Something.. Mathematical, I presume. Why else would you schedule an appointment to see me? Please, can I get you anything?”