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adensityofstuff The World’s second w o r s t crime is boredom—
—well, the first is being a bore.
- theotheradler approached you
“Whoever you are, you chose the wrong time to enter my office.” Betrayal caused James Moriarty’s worst wrath and he just got informed that one of his employed Snipers was going to betray him. Of course he would never get the chance because Jim already ordered his execution. “What do you want?” He asked as he finally raised his gaze to see who was there anyway, raising his eyebrows at the other male.
Thomas stopped on his heels when catching the sight of Jim Moriarty. The door was open for him to enter and the consulting criminal had already noticed his presence, warning him that the time was wrong. But Mr. Adler merely parted his lips slightly with amusement and walked into the room, watching the other man with caution. Body posture shows irritation, pursed lips reveal that he does not wish to talk about it, direct eye contact in his current state might result in violent consequences…Be gentle with this one Thomas. Gentle. He smiled politely, taking his conscience’s advice. “I was hoping I could have a talk with you Mr. Moriarty. Make a deal if you will. Of course I could come back later if you’re feeling…Unwell.”
“…Yes. Of course. Well this is rather interesting. Are you under the impression that you are crazy, sir?”
“You…are? Well. Interesting, that is interesting. Not really in the good kind of interesting, though, I don’t think. Though, maybe. You can never really tell, exactly.”
“Well. Um. I thought we’d already established this, actually. Absolutely batshit.”
“…Ah. If you were indeed crazy, sir, you wouldn’t be so willing to admit it. The insane find their actions fit to modern society and its rules, no matter how preposterous they might be. A sane man will recognize that they are bizarre and will understand why others might disapprove of such behavior. You’re not crazy Mr. Leopald. Why would you think so?”
theotheradler
Sebastian cocked an eyebrow, “I can’t use your services free of charge…if I don’t walk out, I’ll pay you in full, yeah?” he hummed momentarily, unsure of what he was supposed to say or even think about. “I don’t know how these things work. What am I supposed to even talk about?”
Thomas slowly smirked. “It’s a deal.” The man shook his head, trying to keep his smile from widening too much. “Think of it as a conversation between friends, Mr. Moran. Nothing else. Let’s start by talking about your job. What is it that you do for a living?”
Well of course you do. Self-important troublemaker who pissed Mummy off once, and now subconsciously does what would displease her, as well as what allows him a cheap adrenaline rush. Over-confident to compensate the obvious lack of visual power and immediate masculinity, and hopelessly searching to show off his impressive bank balance and numerous fickle friends.
Am I close?
…Well Irene darling, at least now I no longer have any doubts about us being related. Cheers. Although I must say you’re wrong about the subconscious bit. I am fully aware of my evil doings. And apparently so are you. You are pretty popular I must say…At least five of my costumers recognized my last name from somewhere. Do you have giant billboards advertising your work? Who knows. Perhaps I’ll call you. Invite you to a party some time. Wouldn’t that be fun.
They paid money for this shit? You make it sound like I should be grateful. It’s more like fucking community service. Do whatever I feel like? Now that’s something you’d probably regret saying.. I could feel like doing anything. This is bullshit. Fine. Fine I’ll go. One hour. Not a minute more. And if you piss me off I’m leaving. And what the fuck are you saying about my parents!?
Oh, I assure you it’s not that bad. We’ll start slow. And if you feel compelled to open up to me I’ll gladly listen. Don’t you worry Mr. Moran. Were you to ponder doing anything regretful I’d immediately stop you. One way or the other…
…Pardon. That was rude of me. Taking conclusions about your personal life merely on your personality…Bad habit. Are you always this protective about your parents?
fc fc A doctor that wants to have a ‘small chat’.. Well this is fucking fantastic. You can piss off if you’re expecting me to open my soul to you. Yeah. Dishonorably discharged. Don’t see how it’s any of your business really.
Opening your soul sounds a bit…Dramatic, doesn’t it? And it really isn’t my business Mr. Moran. Legally I can’t have sessions with the unwilling…But your friends down in the army paid a fair amount of money to have a session with you. One hour. We can do whatever you feel like there. Talk. Not talk. Play Clue…I’d rather talk about your obvious attraction to abusive relationships probably something that was passed down to you by your father or mother and if that had anything to do with you leaving the army but. Really…It’s up to you.
