tiger-sniper replied to your post: I can’t deciode if you should live or die
Where did you get so drunk and where are you now? Do you need picked up?
I got this deunk in the flat, so I don;t need picke up. You van come to me if you qant, though, sassybassy.
oh, fuck. no. no no no. no. this is not alright.
Sebby! [ exclaiming with an large gesturing of his arms] Wherve youbeen?
Karoke night? Yes.
tinychat.comMe, Seb and some others are singing.
Shhhhhh I’m drunk.
pw is mormorfeels
My opinion on you...well let's see. You are terrifying Mr. Moriarty, but for some reason I just want to hug you and pinch your cheeks a bunch.
((bawww ;A; thank you dear anon. Jimmy has that quality to him, demon or not. Everyone wants to pinch his cheeks it seems sometimes.))
of courrse im terrifying or whatever, im a demon for sakes…..we’re supposed to be scary. boo!
"D'n't be stupid, Theooo." James rolled his eyes, stumbling over to the couch with a giggle. "Ohh~" Dark eyes found the guitar and the criminal went for it, picking it up and turning it around in his hands. "Weeeelll~ A sniper with a heart of muusic." Jim swayed, falling back onto the couch with another giggle. He held the guitar up and grinned, "Play somethin'."
When Jim grabbed his guitar, Theo’s breath hitched in his throat, his blue eyes widening. “Be careful..” he whispered, growling before he took a step forward, grabbing the instrument and running his fingers down the chords.
Raising a brow, Theo pushed Jim over before sliding down onto the couch and looking at the drunken criminal, turning so that his back was resting against the man’s legs. “How much have you had to drink?” He asked quietly, fingers still strumming the guitar lightly.
