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Jim Moriarty was bored. Sebastian was supposed to be here three minutes ago. You know what that meant, right? He was late. Again. How could he do this to him? That left only one thing for him to do while he waited.
It really wasn't that much later when Sebastian Moran finally did end up walking in, looking a little flustered. "Hey, boss, sorry I'm late--"
"I ate four donuts while you were gone," Jim deadpanned.
Sebastian rose an eyebrow. I mean, too late to stop him, but... "That'll kill you, Jim."
He snorted. "I don’t give a shite, I won’t be carrying the coffin."
Good point. And you know what else? Sebastian would never ever say it--die before doing so, in fact--but he absolutely adored it when Jim's accent slipped out like that. Maybe that itself would be the death of him. One could dream.