*Nods, leaning up and hugging you, kissing your cheek* Night, man. *Opens the door to let myself out*
*Grins* Right. Bye. *Walks back in and shuts the door behind me*
Assasin. Employed. Other Job offers welcome.
J. Moriarty; S.Holmes; J. Watson; M.Holmes; DI. G. Lestrade;
”Anthea”; G. Parker; M. Morstan; V.Holmes; DI. Dimmock;*Nods, leaning up and hugging you, kissing your cheek* Night, man. *Opens the door to let myself out*
*Grins* Right. Bye. *Walks back in and shuts the door behind me*
*Smiles, stretching* See you later, mate. Cheers for this evening.
*Stands up and sees you out* Not a problem. Thanks for coming by. See you, then?
I’m sorry. *Pets your side, sitting up and shoving on my shoes* Look, next time you’re free, give me a call. We can start with cookies.
It’s fine. *Looks up at you and smiles* And I’ll do that, yeah.
*Scrubs my hand over my face* Thea’s gonna kill me. Again. I forgot she doesn’t like me leaving the flat. *Sighs* I should go.
Mmmm, okay. If you say so. *Ruffles your hair gently*
*Grumbles* No. Nuh-huh. *Sniffs my hand* It stinks of vanilla. Strange.
Your choice. *Chuckles* That’s the beauty of it, sweets. *Continues to play with your hair*
*Grins, snuggling closer* You’re gonna send me to sleep.
Sleep if you want. *Smiles*
*Looks over, shrugging, laying across your lap*
*Lazily plays with your hair*
*Chuckles* Okay, this is just dangerous. *Takes the cigarette out of my mouth, licking my fingers and putting it out, then stubbing it on my arm*
Oi! I have an ashtray right there, you know!
Too little too late, Moran. *Takes up my shoes*
*Stands, takes your arm and pulls you back to the sofa*
*Shakes my head* Nope, you disrespected my baking ability.
Oh, come on. We both know you truly are the master of baking.