thewebspinner:

mistersmoran:

thewebspinner:

[He gives a muffled noise of protest when the pillow is pressed down just a little harder as Sebastian moves, and gulps down a breath when it’s released. He stares at the sniper as though trying to work out whether he’s being serious or not, and then settles on looking disgusted.]

…That’s fucking disgusting, Moran.

[His answering smile is a little manic. In the wide-eyed crazy sort of way.]

You’ve unearthed my cunning plan for make you feed yourself. What a terrible villain I am!

[It’s mostly hilarious to him because, if there’s anything to be said about that, it’s that they’re as good at being criminals as Holmes is at getting in their way. (Better, really.) …No, he doesn’t have a particularly good sense of humour. ]

[Jim doesn’t laugh at what Sebastian says half as much as he just laughs at Sebastian, his nose crinkling in his amusement. Rolling onto his side, he eyes the sniper somewhat suspiciously for his intent to make him eat food. He chuckles quietly, shaking his head. That was the thing, though, wasn’t it. They were better, hell, it would have taken Sherlock so much longer to find them if Jim hadn’t been intent on luring the detective into a game.]

Oh, you are, are you? I should punish you, then.

Yeah, sure. You do that. I’m going out for a steak, you psychopath. Come or don’t.