Back To Business (Moran)

[James 'Jim' Moriarty]

Puffing out his cheeks as he sat on a step in the square, Moriarty rubbed his hands together. The weather had been becoming increasingly chilly over the past few days. It was a possibly surprising fact that he didn't like it. Despite his lifestyle and career, he preferred nicer weather. He liked to enjoy himself.

Of course, the colder weather wasn't all that bad. And it was sometimes useful. It allowed him to wear his nice black coat that Moran had got him. And it meant he could meet his clients and associates in crowded areas with a low risk of being overheard. Layered clothing tended to muffle ordinary people's hearing somewhat. An advantage that made him laugh at them all the more.

Taking out his phone, the Consulting Criminal checked the time. 15:13. If Moran was as punctual as he was the last time they'd met, he'd be along soon. It'd been a while since Moriarty had seen his right-hand man. Unfortunately it had been difficult to make time for his helpers since his return for the dead. Circumstances hadn't allowed for it. But now that he'd got an opportunity, he'd made to meet with his best mad.

15:14. Any minute now...

[Sebastian Moran]

Hope you haven't forgotten me. Come along to our old corner at Trafalgar Square at 15:15 tomorrow. We need a good catch-up.
-JM

Sebastian has probably read the text a hundred times by now, still contemplating whether he could believe it or not. Was it even real or did he finally loose it... completely? Receiving texts from the non-living was a bad thing, right?

It was already 14:23 and he was still sat, with wide open, tired eyes (having had no sleep at all), staring at his phone, wondering if he should really go, if this really could be him. But of course, even though he had his doubts, he never believed that someone like Jim could just be... dead. So of course Sebastian would go, and of course he kept everything in order for when Jim returns.

There was days that Sebastian thought Jim might truly be dead, where he just wanted to quit and retire to a life with a long lasting relationship between him and alcohol, so in a lot of ways, he was relieved when he received the text, his life was quite dull without his insane fr-... boss.

He sighed, running both hands down his face, standing up from the desk chair and heading straight for the bathroom. After all, he had to make himself presentable. Though, as he gave himself one look in the mirror, he simply ran a hand through his hair and decided it looked good enough. He quickly got in his coat, threw a scarf around his neck and took a gun, he always had it or some sort of weapon, feeling lost without it, in a way it was like a relationship a teenager had with a phone, never leaving the house without it, sometimes even sleeping with it.

Soon he was on his way with only twenty minutes to spare. He could make it; after all, he did like to arrive on the exact time given, never late, never early, always exactly on time. And even though he had a lot on his mind, it was a good day for Moran; it was his kind of weather. He enjoyed the cold, the clouds covering the sky, he even enjoyed when it rained, that is if he was not on a job that required him to sit on a roof for hours waiting for the target to finally pass the damn window. And even though he liked the weather, he knew Jim preferred ‘nicer weather’, a topic that came up between the two way too often.

He walked out onto the square, his eyes immediately searching for the Consulting Criminal, finding him sat on the usual step, wearing the coat that Sebastian gave him, which made a small smile tug at the corner of his lips, but it soon faltered as he headed over, reaching into his pocket and pulling his phone out to check the time.

15:14

He was one minute too early, but as soon as he wanted to pocket his phone, coming to a stop a few feet behind the man, it switched to 15:15 and Seb spoke from behind him.

”A text...? Seriously,” he said with a small smirk.