[ like a computer rebooting, it takes a while for flat to get his composure back, with moriarty probably well in the kitchen now. and even then, he's at a loss for what to do.
does he leave? not go to his class unless absolutely necessary? a possible solution, and one that flat wants to entertain the more that he looks at the door he had come from.
however...
he wanted to know how.
how did moriarty see through it?
with none of the feigned energy and confidence that he had before, flat timidly approaches the kitchen. he's no longer smiling of course--it's been so long since his muscles have made a smile on their own, that he has practically forgotten how to do so without his crutch. ]
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does he leave? not go to his class unless absolutely necessary? a possible solution, and one that flat wants to entertain the more that he looks at the door he had come from.
however...
he wanted to know how.
how did moriarty see through it?
with none of the feigned energy and confidence that he had before, flat timidly approaches the kitchen. he's no longer smiling of course--it's been so long since his muscles have made a smile on their own, that he has practically forgotten how to do so without his crutch. ]
Sir...?