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James Moriarty ([personal profile] awesome_binomial_theorems) wrote2012-12-24 04:21 am

[OOM] Oswin, Moriarty and Poker.

Moriarty's room is - much as someone would expect. There's a bed, a desk with an array of soil samples and various examining equipment (as well as a pile of unmarked papers) and a few large armchairs and a leather sofa set around a coffee table.

Moriarty holds open the door for Oswin, before setting the bottles on the coffee table and taking off his coat, hanging it up by the door. His boots are deposited beneath it. After all, it's rude to wear a coat and boots inside.

"I hope you don't mind losing too much," he says cheerily.
souffle_girlek: (D I'm sorry whut?)

[personal profile] souffle_girlek 2012-12-27 06:39 am (UTC)(link)
She looks unsure but... he's right, she is a hazard to others stumbling around the halls like this. And if she does decide to leave anyway, she wouldn't put it past him to try and follow, and the whole point was that he sleep at some point, so... no. So she picks up her discarded sweater and shrugs it on, meandering in a weaving sort of way bed-wards.

At least, she tells herself, that this way he's less likely to see the blush she can feel burning across her cheeks.
souffle_girlek: (D Totally judging here)

[personal profile] souffle_girlek 2012-12-27 06:55 am (UTC)(link)
She grins when his breathing evens out, glad in that - it's not fair that he should seem worse after the case with the baddie who wanted to hurt him and his brother than during. When she falls asleep, it's curled into a little ball of Oswin, huddled against whatever the world wants to bring on tomorrow.