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Are you still looking for ways to test your dog's bite?

Sure am. You got a suggestion?

I'd be curious to see what he can do.

Do you know Ellie? The girl.

As it happens. [o h. now isn't this interesting? she's been in his thoughts for a while now, ever since their meeting, ever since she became more intriguing than just a friend of John Watson but he's not been entirely decisive on what to do with her. that she's coming up now seems...

well, it's perfect really, isn't it?

there's a lot more he could say, and will in due time. for now, he's silent. d o carry on.]

Whenever you do that I do so wish I could see you in person.

[It's hard to read people like Moriarty even under the best circumstances. Over text is very far away from the best.]

She's very avid in her arguing against me, as you might have noticed. Plus, she can take care of herself. Both traits that make her an attractive target to give to someone you're perhaps not that attached to just yet.

It helps that he's keen to get his hands on her. She was the assignment Tom gave him, did you know?

["Tom" because Voldemort is literally the most repulsive name in this or any universe and he refuses to type it even once more and dirty his perfectly manicured fingers thanks did you follow a guy who called himself voldemort barty did you really

it's also likely not remotely a coincidence he's chosen to mention this are you keeping things from me how rude]

I had no idea. If I had, she'd have been dead at least once by now.

[Darling, if there's something you want to know, you need but ask.

And maybe he'll say something.

[if the information were all that valuable or otherwise unattainable, he might. but in this case most of the fun's in finding out how much Barty's willing to share off his own back - conclusion: not much.

it's absolutely not displeasing~]

With that in mind, how would you feel about spicing things up a bit?

I've always had adventurous taste buds.

[Interest attained.]

What's on your mind?

She's a friend of John Watson which makes her a friend of mine. I'd like to afford her a little more luxury than a simple drive by battering.

She doesn't spook easily but she certainly d o e s spook.

She just has friends at all the right places, doesn't she?

Intriguing. She's the loving sort, so there are very obvious targets. I'm sure you're already aware of at least some.

Oh absolutely. She's really a little nest of potential. A shame about some of the bear traps she calls friends yes but we can work with that. I'm very good at being discreet.

[good at manipulating perspectives, too. it's amazing how quickly "all the right places" could be switched from her advantage to theirs.]

We have so much in common. I'm already getting some inspiration. This is just the spark I needed, knowing you is such a joy.

I do my best. ♥♥♥

As much as I usually do business from a distance, this is more collaboration than business venture. When you're free, we'll discuss.

Just admit that you miss my face, I won't blame you.

Where do you want to meet?

I have been pining after a strong nose...

Now now, I picked last time. Your call.

So come to my room. Not that I'm there too often.

Loki Welcome Hall. I'll meet you.

Your room? Oh...

I'll be by ASAP.

[aaaaand he's not lying, guess who's heading over immediately.]

[And Barty with the face everyone wishes to punch but few people know is heading there as well, just in time to meet Jim.

His clothes are still as unassuming as his eyebrows, but the coat has changed to a jacket that is still bulky enough to hide more than enough knives on his person. There's not really anyone around, so he has no problem with approaching Moriarty, nodding toward the stairs.]

Come on up. Although I don't really come here often, so it's nothing special.

[aw hi Barty

the change in coat is noted immediately and met with clear approval, the satisfied quirk of a (somewhat more assuming, perhaps) brow, but he's wasting no time in crossing to the stairs, leisurely pace keeping him close to Barty as he goes.]

Oh, I'm sure it'll be special enough.

[some eyes know to see more than what the decor has to offer. anything of yours will be delicious, dear, he's certain. wandering up the stairs doot doot doesn't mind if he does.]

[He dressed up just for you.]

If you keep your expectations low. I'm not even sure if I have furniture left at this point.

[He moves up the flight of stairs and then down the hall toward the room which number I never bothered looking up or anything and opens the door, glancing through before holding it for Jim like the gentleman he was raised as.

There really is only a bed and nothing else, apart from how one of the floorboards looks suspiciously loose. Huh.]

...someone stole my belongings from here.

[well, this is...

... either really quite sad or really quite pathetic. which to settle on? both?? Jim casts an eye about, but there really isn't much for it to fall on. that floorboard goes duly noted, of course, being that there are more or less no other defining features Barty what even

but with that done, the vague look of "oh you poor thing" that had crept up onto his face slips away again he's strolling across empty space to perch himself down on the bed. this time when he looks up at Barty, his face is that of a man who's just told a really awful joke and is doing his best not to laugh at it.]

Cosy.

[there's the punchline aw good no we shouldn't laugh should we poor man no wonder you go around dressing in those drab things you haven't even got a wardrobe to call your own]

Careless of them. [of them] Anything important?

Not really. The important things I carry with me.

[The mock-pity makes him smile and he shakes his head, shoulders lifting slightly.]

I don't stay here these days. It's just a home away from home. [He walks into the room himself, suspiciously eyeing the floorboard. Huh indeed.] A largely empty home.

He stole my things and brought them to his place, so I didn't bother carrying them back again.

[It's a healthy relationship.]

[now that gets his attention. oh, my... a long look at him, up and down and a quirk of eyebrows that says w e l l and:]

You've got a lot to thank your nose for, you know. [all this attention you get, Barty!! gosh!! it's certainly not your fashion sense I mean it might be the glorious way you tick but the n o s e the nose surely gets some credit

it's as much of a are you going to tell me more of that story? as he'll bother with.

quickly though, with all the attention span of a gnat, his eyes flick back down to that floorboard. he didn't miss that suspicion boyo.]

Probably not an equal exchange, but maybe worth a look.

[It's mostly the face and a bit of the ticking and then more of the ticking leading back to the face. Look, he has a fabulous fashion sense, too, you don't even know, but subtlety keeps his nose from not getting broken all the time.]

I stroke it in appreciation sometimes.

[He might have said more, but instead he just shrugs as Jim changes the subject and crouches down, that Bartemius Crouch, to pull at the floorboard and discover...

...socks. Neatly folded and colour coordinated no less.]

Ah. There they are.

[He gets up again, trying to gather the air of someone who hasn't just found his socks hidden under a floorboard.]

Let's stop looking before we find my underwear.

[Asgard's secrets no one wants to know Nr. 102: Barty Crouch jr goes commando.]

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