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[awesome_binomial_theorems]

Moriarty is sprawled on the sofa in front of the fire, hanging half off one end, his violin crooked against his shoulder as he plays Giuseppe Tartini's Violin Sonata in G Minor.

It's not a particularly cheerful tune, but what it is is technically demanding, and Moriarty has his eyes shut and brow furrowed slightly. He'd probably be fairly easy to sneak up on.

Botherable.

[OOC: Mun is sleeping now, but the EP is open forever.]

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[souffle_girlek]

"Well I haven't any brothers to throw at them." Oswin retorts, practically. "Consider it a health retreat - that what does not kill you, and such."

[awesome_binomial_theorems]

Moriarty sniffs. "Beside, they're ugly bastards."

[souffle_girlek]

"Am I doomed to fail before I begin, then?" She pulls a 'tragic heroine' sort of expression... or at least one she believes fits the bill.

[awesome_binomial_theorems]

Solemnly: "You'll find a way. Probably. Maybe."

[souffle_girlek]

"Your faith in me is astounding." Her attempt at noble fails when she rolls her eyes. "Makes me feel all warm and gushy."

[awesome_binomial_theorems]

At the mention of 'warm and gushy', Moriarty just gives her an exaggerated eyebrow waggle.

[souffle_girlek]

"Horrible man!" She smacks him across the shoulder, even though she has to (privately) admit she walked into that one.

[awesome_binomial_theorems]

"No, no, please, tell me more about how warm and gushy I make you feel," Moriarty grins.

[souffle_girlek]

"You don't." She punctuates the statement with jab at his chest. "You are perfectly horrid."

[awesome_binomial_theorems]

Moriarty sticks his tongue out at her.

He makes a quick beeline to the bar, collecting up some baking ingredients in a basket, and beams at Oswin.

[souffle_girlek]

"And you're shameless in your pursuit of baked goods. And you'd've better have gotten some chocolate, I doubt any has survived in your apartment." That's a bribery basket, albeit a highly effective one. She could make tasty things with that.

[awesome_binomial_theorems]

"You make it sound like I'm some sort of chocolate fiend who can't control myself around even a hint of cocoa."

[souffle_girlek]

She blinks up at him, patiently. Does he mean to say there is chocolate in his apartment?

[awesome_binomial_theorems]

Sulkily: "It was a gradual process. Let's go."

[souffle_girlek]

She snickers at him, but relents and tucks her arm around his.

(She'll just... make sure to be careful how much chocolate she takes upstairs. Ever.)

[awesome_binomial_theorems]

Moriarty grins, ducks his head, and leads her upstairs.