[OOM] Oswin, Moriarty and Poker.

[awesome_binomial_theorems]

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.

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[souffle_girlek]

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.