It's All Fun And Games Til Someone Loses An Eye. Oh Wait, That's Kinda Fun Too!
Who: Moran & Moriarty
When: Sebastian and Jim had been playing undercover at the London Royal Opera for a few weeks now.
Moran fell onto the small couch in Jim's shared dressing room and groaned. "Why did I think this was a good idea again?" He ached everywhere. Carrying around rigging was like being in the gym for eight hours a day on a treadmill while working his upper body. He was fine with hanging out on the cat walk, all right to string wiring across the stage at the whim of the fickle lighting director, but standing in the wings with coils of rope or heavy equipment was taking it out of him.
And what was worse, he'd only gotten to see Irene Adler twice.
Hell, Jim got to hang out with her more than he did! Maybe he should have tried his hand at singing too? Yeah, they'd just laugh at him.
Pressing his face into a pillow, Sebastian suddenly stopped and turned his head towards Jim. "Those had better not be my scopes. Why did you bring them here?"
When: Sebastian and Jim had been playing undercover at the London Royal Opera for a few weeks now.
Moran fell onto the small couch in Jim's shared dressing room and groaned. "Why did I think this was a good idea again?" He ached everywhere. Carrying around rigging was like being in the gym for eight hours a day on a treadmill while working his upper body. He was fine with hanging out on the cat walk, all right to string wiring across the stage at the whim of the fickle lighting director, but standing in the wings with coils of rope or heavy equipment was taking it out of him.
And what was worse, he'd only gotten to see Irene Adler twice.
Hell, Jim got to hang out with her more than he did! Maybe he should have tried his hand at singing too? Yeah, they'd just laugh at him.
Pressing his face into a pillow, Sebastian suddenly stopped and turned his head towards Jim. "Those had better not be my scopes. Why did you bring them here?"