009 [Video]

[consultcriminal]

[He's so professional today. Moriarty's leaning forward at his desk, with Rhianna's Disturbia playing in the background. He might have been jamming to it earlier. Who knows.]

Dinosaurs! I love dinosaurs! [His hands fly out slightly, as if to make this point more...obvious.] Why wouldn't anyone take me to see the dinosaurs? I find that most unfair! I deserve to see dinosaurs just like everyone else. Instead, I saw them on a screen. [Most. Dramatic. Sigh. Ever. Fortunately, he composes himself enough to continue.]

Did you bring something fun with you, at least? I like treasures just as much as anyone else. Share!

Also, is there just an extremely friendly warden willing to do me a bit of a favour? Just a small one? [He puts his hands a short distance apart.] This small.

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[worstsongever]

[She shrugs one shoulder.] I figure if I can handle all the snarls and snags of public high school, I can handle potential insanity in a variant institution.

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[consultcriminal.livejournal.com]

[He idly tapped the DVD case against his hand.]

Ah, the arrogance of adolescence. It's endearing in a way, don't you think? [Pause.] Of course you do.

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[worstsongever]

I'd go with intensely pathetic, actually, but endearing sounds much more...endearing. Let's stick with that.

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[consultcriminal.livejournal.com]

Good. [He glanced to his laptop and then back to her.] I don't suppose you need help taking those back, do you? [Yeah, he's not getting up.]

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[worstsongever]

...No, I've got it. [ She picks up the others, makes one of those fun tch sounds with her tongue and oh, how to finish this off...she salutes with one finger, and turns to head off.]

Enjoy.