thewebspinner:

mistersmoran:

thewebspinner:

mistersmoran:

Have drugged and drunken orgies, shoot pictures into all the walls. Girls would walk into your closet looking for the bathroom and vomit all over your suits. There’d be cumstains on the walls and, if you’re particularly unlucky, the ceiling. All your paintings would be slashed, and there’s be blood all over the white carpets.

[Sebastian laughs, leans down for a kiss.]

Clearly taking me along is your only option for sanity.

You’re a degenerate, Moran. I ought to have you taken out into the woods and shot.

[He crinkles his nose and looks completely disgusted at the notion. Not that he thinks for a moment that Sebastian would do such a thing, Jim likes to think that his sniper isn’t that stupid, and would have every faith that there is nothing he could do, even if he managed to cover up his partying, that he would be able to keep from the smaller man. Thorny past aside, Jim rather prides himself on knowing everything. Omniscience? Perhaps not, simply well-informed.]

Having you shot is the only option for my sanity.

[He murmurs, but accepts the kiss without any great complaint, chuckling softly.]

I find that astoundingly unlikely.

I dunno.. [He sounds dubious, as though contemplating it.]

It’d save me some grief for when you inevitably try to stab me in the back and take over.

[Looking perfectly serious for a moment, Jim smiles slowly after that.]

[Sebastian snorts and straightens up.]  You psychopath

[In the ways of fond insults, that’s probably Seb’s favourite.]