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[escardos]

it's almost christmas! how does it feel to be approaching the holidays when nightfall is approaching so quickly? make sure to spend your time wisely, because you might not be here next year you might be three meters underground!

juuuuuuust kidding! but it's a fun thought, isn't it? people celebrating and putting their holiday lights up, almost as if trying to make us unaware of what is coming. they might as well be trying to brainwash us, huh?

i really hope i can buy some new video games-- what are you guys planning?

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[escardos]

Oh, come on, don’t tell me you’ve never thought about it!

[ flat sits back down on the couch, knife still in his hand like it’s more a toy than something that was just used as a weapon.

but when moriarty mentions trying to figure out his secrets, flat freezes for a moment, followed by a sigh. ]

That’s definitely unfair Professor. You probably have dozens of mysteries—you’ve lived for two hundred years after all! I’d say I have none, but you’ve already seen through that too, huh? Super unfair.

[hatesdeerstalkers]

I am James Moriarty, after all. Unfair is merely what I do!

[Dodging the comment about thinking about it (it has crossed his mind once or twice, another reason why he seems to shy away from using his true face), casually nibbling on the snacks he's brought out along with his tea.]

Though you're correct - I can tell you have quite a few secrets just from speaking with you in this small moment. Though I can't distinguish what they are just yet!

[escardos]

Well, they don't matter nearly as much as the ones you have!

[ flat says this earnestly, not appearing to be as bothered by the subject of his own secrets as much as he is about the fact that he is being withheld interesting information! ]

You must have so many stories to tell, after all! How come you were cut in half, for example? How did you make it here, out of all places? Do you need to sleep or eat?!

[hatesdeerstalkers]

Ever the curious one, I see! Fine, fine - I'll answer a few of those questions. The bisection was...a 'planned accident', of sorts, from those that I had displeased. It involved falling and a malfunctioning elevator - very messy and painful business, trust me.

[With a laugh, he moves on.]

I do not need to eat, no - in fact I don't feel hungry at, though I do eat out of habit and for my own pleasure. Sleeping, however - that, I cannot ignore. Much like any human, I can die from lack of enough sleep, and I tend to be of the nocturnal sort.

Finally, as to why I am here...well. I merely wanted something other than crime for a bit, and returning to teaching seemed entertaining enough.