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(tucking the magazine into a shoulder bag) I appreciate it. I'll see you tomorrow then. Have a good one! ( a wave tossed over the shoulder, hand trailing down the doorway as they drop it and let themselves out) [[goodnight, friend]]

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Well then, don't mind if I do. (A glance around the shop, considering, mouth half curved in a smile) I'll swing by tomorrow then, if you're not busy. I'll see if I can dig up anything interesting, I'm sure there's things I didn't even know I had lying about. And maybe, that old ring-hmm. We'll see. At any rate, perhaps I could look around a bit then too. It looks like a quite the treasure trove, you've got here. I did always love places with a lot of character to them.

[he leans delicately around the till to pat the magazine, sliding it gently towards you.] Even if we’re busy, there’ll be time. Don’t worry about it, hmm? If it’s quiet, I’ll show you about, highlight the best pieces for you.

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[[just remember to keep stocked up on tea and Tums, that's what got me through :)]] I'd love to, if you're offering. Perhaps it's not just you I should be asking permission, though, if she's such a jealous mistress? I wouldn't want to get off on the wrong foot. As for selling, a lot of it isn't mine to sell, but it's true that what I do have doesn't exactly fit easy at my place-it's the books mostly, they take up so much room. Perhaps if you're interested I could bring a box by to look through.

Absolutely, I’ve already read it, it’s mostly just lying around for vanity’s sake, at this point. As much a window dressing as anything else, appearances must be kept up, you understand! Though–hmm. [aside] If you’ve a problem with it, dearest, speak now. Otherwise, hold your peace.

[A beat later] Seems like it’s yours, if you want it. And–as to the box, absolutely, bring it by, I can appraise it, give you a rough estimate?

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[[oh man, don't I know. good luck friend, you can do it!]] I'll have to scrounge up a copy of Bids, then. I've always enjoyed looking around antique shops and the like, you just never know what you'll find, you know? Well, of course you do. Lord knows there's probably treasures enough lying about my own house. Little old military families, you know-we gather interesting bits and bobs like it's dust.

You know, if you’re really dying for it, I could lend you mine. The shop’s got a subscription, and while she’s absolutely a jealous mistress, she’d probably like you well enough. [It’s a joke. Mostly. He--winks, probably, anyways, so. Your guess is as good as mine.]

Military family, hmm? Those do tend to have some of the better stock.

Interested in selling anything?

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Anyone home indeed.

The shop’s instinctive emptiness is belied by the clatter of noise struck up the second Jim’s query dies in the air, and he allows himself a grin as he gently closes the door behind himself. He doesn’t plan on staying long, but that doesn’t mean that he’s thrown all manners to the wind. (He knows that this shop is not like his shop, but he raps the backs of his knuckles on the door’s interior as it closes anyway, just another form of greeting.)

Now that he’s no longer alone, he seems even more energetic than he had prior, the lines of his shoulders strong and solid. “Tyson,” he says, then “Pup. Did you happen to have a minute?” It’s a polite request, and gods know if Tyson turned him down Jim wouldn’t press the issue, but it does have that particular ring of certainty that tends to accompany requests that he knows will be acceded to. 

He tilts his head back and over his shoulder, just the tiniest diagonal lilt in the direction of where he hopes he left an absolutely divine coffee shop, continues “There’s a new(ish) place, I’ve been dying for an excuse to go back.”

The grin he gives Tyson makes no bones about the fact that he could go on his own if he wanted, and probably had, invites Tyson in on the grand joke of alibis and excuses for things even so simplistic as catch-up coffee dates with people you know well and true are the opposite of threats.

Tyson, as often was the case when he bothered to open his store, had abandoned his post behind the counter. Instead the former Lieutenant was laying on the bed upstairs, legs pretzeled with each other and the blankets, whilst he waited for his latest map to dry and thumbed through an old mathematics book from his father’s library.

In most instances Tyson was patient. He favoured a slow and cautious approach. Jim’s voice had him scrambling down the stairs immediately. “Jim!” Was out before Tyson even crossed the threshold into the front of the store. “Darling,” followed the instance he spotted Jim and recognise him as one of the Moriarty Mirrors; his owners.

Then, “Sunshine. Hey, what can I do for you, Darling?” And finally, there was that adoring smile he always wore in this Jim’s presence. Speaking of wearing, Tyson was wearing his usual attire of blue jeans and the brown leather jacket that had once belonged to his brother.

His normal red dress shirt stayed buttoned up to conceal the light grey v-neck t-shirt he wore to better conceal the dent in his torso. The only exception was that Tyson had swapped out his usual leather Chelsea boots for a pair of old, but comfortable, boots for his bike ride to the store.

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[[why both, of course!]] Oh, nobody important, I'm sure. Just an... interested party. I'd ask if I should be scanning the papers, but I suspect if there were anything there to see I'd either know it when I saw it or it wouldn't be there at all.

Interested in...the shop? [A smile, this time, polite, mildly confused] I wasn’t aware actual people read the magazines the antiquing world puts out. Were you looking in Antiquing Weekly, or Best Bids? Weekly has the better reputation for truth, but if you want to scour--well. Bids is your bet.

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So I gotta ask, what HAVE you been up to all this time? Anything interesting?

Who, me?

[A furrowed brow, a polite air of confusion.]

Depends. Who’s asking?

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Note to self: the sofa, in the back of the shop? Not an ideal napping place. Jim’s got kinks in places kinks don’t belong, a stale feeling in his chest that says he’s been indoors too long, and an itch in his eyeballs that screams the need for caffeine.

He shakes his head to clear the cobwebs, wills himself to his feet, and snags his suit jacket from where it’s slung over the back of the armchair that sits adjacent the sofa. He pulls it on, sure fingers dancing easily over the buttons in an act more familiar than breathing, bringing a small smile to his face as he tugs the sleeves to taut, releases them, and heads for the door with a stride as businesslike as it is oddly anticipatory.

He knows just who will come out with him for a cup of coffee!

A few minutes worth of brisk walking sees him outside Pup’s Pet Store, and he hums softly to himself before he nods, whatever’s held him up dismissed as irrelevant. Pushing his way past the doors, he calls out “Anyone home?”

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so what I REALLY mean is: message me

I mean, just out of curiosity: who’s still alive and kicking

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what I mean by this is actually the following: I feel tonnes better about this blog and somehow have some energy, sticks my leg in the air, who wants to WRITE

I mean, just out of curiosity: who’s still alive and kicking

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I mean, just out of curiosity: who’s still alive and kicking

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[[beeps horn uncomfortably

hello hello

i, due to a number of reasons, am moving blogs. a fresh start should clear both sunny and i’s heads, and make rp more of a possibility again.

if you would like the url!

please send in an ask and i shall pass it your way while i decide if i just want to straight up post it or not

i hope your day is going great, and thank you all for how long you’ve stuck by me!]]

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[[beeps horn uncomfortably

hello hello

i, due to a number of reasons, am moving blogs. a fresh start should clear both sunny and i’s heads, and make rp more of a possibility again.

if you would like the url!

please send in an ask and i shall pass it your way while i decide if i just want to straight up post it or not

i hope your day is going great, and thank you all for how long you’ve stuck by me!]]

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[[beeps horn uncomfortably

hello hello

i, due to a number of reasons, am moving blogs. a fresh start should clear both sunny and i's heads, and make rp more of a possibility again.

if you would like the url!

please send in an ask and i shall pass it your way while i decide if i just want to straight up post it or not

i hope your day is going great, and thank you all for how long you've stuck by me!]]

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Somehow, the notion that Professor Moriarty had parents – might have been a child – never sat right. A viper is a snake straight from the egg.

Sebastian Moran           The Hound of the D’urbervilles

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Although I have loved this, this little game of ours.

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