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Post by MYCROFT HOLMES on Feb 29, 2012 12:29:37 GMT -5
Mycroft smiled, a nice smile this time, listening to 'Alfonso' talk about how he was good with numbers, hand gestures included. Lestrade seemed to relax a bit. Maybe he was thinking of a way out without making himself look like a fool. Already, he did look like a fool. Going on a date with a man he only knew one or two things about.
All in all, Mycroft was amused.
Lestrade got up, muttering about pastries and coffee. Mycroft didn't have time to decline before he scurried off in to the store. He waited a moment, then looked at James and grinned.
"Oh, he's nice. Where did you find him?" he asked teasingly, setting his chin in his hand.
Mycroft was pretty sure James was just as amused, if not more, than he was. Playing with the detective was nice. Very nice indeed.
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Post by JAMES MORIARTY EDWARDS on Feb 29, 2012 17:09:09 GMT -5
James watched Lestrade excuse himself and positively run away from the table. Once he was sure he was out of earshot, James dissolved into laughter. It was quiet laughter though, hidden behind a fist. It was out of his system quick enough and James took a sip of water to fully compose himself.
"Oh, he's nice. Where did you find him?"
James grinned at Mycroft and adopted a slightly higher pitched voice, adding a slight lisp just for kicks. "He jutht thort of followed me home." He said with a wink. James shook his head. "No, I wanted a little practice and that...man, if you can call him that, made himself the perfect target."
James kept grinning like the Cheshire Cat.
"How do you and the detective know each other? Hmm?" James mimicked Mycroft's position and looked at him, a positively devious look in his eye. "A midnight rendezvous?"
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Post by GREGORY LESTRADE on Mar 11, 2012 23:59:16 GMT -5
Lestrade stood in line instead the café, glancing and Alfonso and Holmes, who seemed to be having a grand old conversation together whist he was gone. They should’ve gone on a date together, not him. He was very temped to run out the back entrance and try to never see or speak to either of them again. It would be easy to do it, nobody was stopping him… but his own damn self-conscious told him to stay, and so reluctantly he tossed the idea away from his head and got in line to buy coffee and biscuits. They were good. Neautral. Right. Standing in line, foot tapping not with impatience, but rather hope that the line went slowly. Which it did go fairly slowly, which he was thankful for. Though the restaurant wasn’t famous, it was popular with locals for its good food for relatively cheap prices. He busied himself with thought of going home and serial killers; dead bodies were a good buffer for days like this. When he finally reached the front, he made an order of six rolls (they came in four and six) and three coffees. He paid for them, not really caring about money, and took them from the counter. OOC: Giving Myc a tiny bit more time to be a dick awesome person with James. [/sub][/b][/i] |
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Post by MYCROFT HOLMES on Mar 18, 2012 12:35:22 GMT -5
"How do you and the detective know each other? Hmm? A midnight rendezvous?"
Mycroft snorted and grinned a little, leaning back in his seat. He folded his arms over his chest, watching James with a bemused expression.
"Please. If it was that, he wouldn't be on a date with you of all people," he teased, sounding very sure of himself. "No, we ran in to each other last week in a restaurant. Literally."
He made a face remembering the $700 suit being ruined, his arm getting a mild burn, and ripping open the man's shirt. It was a very eventful day. Awkward, but eventful. And he still needed to get paid for that suit. He made a mental note to visit the police station later.
"He has a nice chest, if you wanted to know."
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Post by JAMES MORIARTY EDWARDS on Mar 18, 2012 15:25:34 GMT -5
"Please. If it was that, he wouldn't be on a date with you of all people. No, we ran in to each other last week in a restaurant. Literally."
James scoffed. "Please. He'd still be going out with me." Mycroft was a nice looking man, that was obvious enough, but James was by far the more attractive of the two. Besides, Alfonso held a certain amount of charm. He was the naive, endearing foreigner. Mycroft was the grouchy, chubby lawyer. Hearing how they actually met made James want to vomit. It sounded like a bad plot device.
With a shrug, James took a drink from his water glass and grinned teasingly at Mycroft. "How good? Good enough for me to put up with being Alfonso some more?" So far, James hadn't seen anything in Lestrade that would possibly hold his interest. He did seem to be a rather handsome doormat though.
James wondered what the detective would look like in a collar.
Idly, James rubbed his chin and shrugged the thought off. He didn't waste time with weaklings.
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Post by GREGORY LESTRADE on Mar 20, 2012 17:27:28 GMT -5
As Lestrade walked back out of the restaurant, food and drinks in hand, he saw Alfonso and Mycroft looking terribly – quite literally in the sense of the word – amused. If Lestrade was a bit freaked out by Mycroft (obviously an understatement), then he really just wanted to disappear now (still a massive understatement).
He couldn’t exactly tell what the two were talking about, but that piece of mind that one always gets when, for example, you see two foreigners speaking their native tongue and laughing behind you, you can’t help but get paranoid that they’re talking about you. Lestrade would have shook the feeling off relatively easily, but this was Mycroft Holmes, the man he’d ruined the day of in a public restaurant not all that long ago. So, they probably were talking about him.
Lestrade sighed and tried not to think about the precise nature of those words – Mycroft definitely hadn’t practically stripped his shirt off, right? – and stepped to the table, weakly forcing a smile and placing the drinks and scones on the table.
“Well catching up?” Lestrade asked awkwardly, hesitant to sit between the two men (that was always the problem with three people, it’s impossible not to sit with everyone!).
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Post by MYCROFT HOLMES on Mar 29, 2012 9:02:44 GMT -5
"How good? Good enough for me to put up with being Alfonso some more?"
James looked devious, but then again, when did he not? He seemed to be thinking about something, something that made him flash amusement behind his eyes, then rub his chin and lazily shrug.
Mycroft shrugged also and leaned back in his chair, crossing his legs idly. He'd only gotten a glimpse. And even then, it was red and a little angry looking due to the fact the clumsy detective had spilled it all over himself.
"You could find better."
A moment later, Lestrade was back with the drinks and scones. Mycroft smiled up at him and sat a bit straighter. It was curteous.
"Well catching up?"
"We had a nice talk." He grinned over at James. "All caught up."
Lestrade looked about like he was going to curl up and die if he had to stay here longer. He couldn't look more awkward if he tried.
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Post by GREGORY LESTRADE on Mar 29, 2012 18:38:57 GMT -5
"All caught up."
Lestrade really didn't like that tone; caught up about what? He dismissed his worry as insecurity, vanity; of course they wouldn't be talking about him! But what if they were?
"Had a good time then? That's good," Lestrade smiled nervously, and motioned to the food. "Ah, for you." He looked at Mycroft, though it wasn't so much as looking at him as moving his head to face the direction Mycroft was to him and staring at the air next to the lawyer's head.
"I know you might've ordered your own, but go ahead." It was a good idea to be courteous to people, guests. It was safe to be courteous to people like Mycroft.
He glanced over to see if it was okay with James, but he assumed it was fine; the two men seemed to like each other more than well enough to share a lunch.
"Oh," he added to Mycroft, "The line's quite free, so your order's probably ready." It was meant as a helpful tip for both he and Mycroft. There was nothing wrong with benefiting oneself in the process of being kind now, was there? His voice was quite honest - he was pretty sure he'd not sounded rude - but he did hope Mycroft wouldn't take it as such. He'd already seen Mycroft mad once. That was enough for a few years. Or a lifetime.
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Post by JAMES MORIARTY EDWARDS on Mar 30, 2012 20:14:00 GMT -5
"We had a nice talk. All caught up."
James smirked and shot Mycroft a wink before turning back to Lestrade. That poor man, all flustered, probably feeling so inferior. It was quite lovely. James was enjoying himself greatly at that man's expense.
He reclined in his chair, minding his own business while Lestrade blustered and Mycroft was as cool as he usually was. James glanced down at his watch and gave a mental sigh.
This was getting boring and taking too long.
He could be breaking into safes right now.
James stayed that way, letting the lawyer and the detective interact to their heart's content.
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