Show Me How To Lie, You're Getting Better All The Time

[gotanothercall]

Who: Archy (gotanothercall) and Jim/M/Hey, aren't you the post boy? (bombingtype)
When: Sept. 20, early evening
Where: A park near the starter apartments
Summary: After a test, Archy is finally going to meet the elusive M.
Warnings: It's Moriarty. Anything can happen.

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[bombingtype]

Jim was late- not horrifically so, but late enough to send a message. This is his time, his clock, and all that anyone else could do was wait for him and be grateful that he even showed up.

Honestly, being out like this was almost unsettling- he'd lost the post boy uniform, lost his tight fitting clothes and brightly colored underwear, lost the slight hints of skin cream and tinted eyebrows- he was just him. Himself, or as close to it as anyone else would ever see. Donned in an expensively cut Westwood suit, the tie he'd been wearing when he got here (black, small skulls, equally expensive, somewhat dashing), and an air of that arrogant superiority that he so missed when he was pretending to be another one of the rats.

He seemed like a different person entirely- he was a different person entirely, and it was almost hard to tell that he had been the post boy at all

[gotanothercall]

It was starting to get dark and Archy's lips were pursed into a thin line. He's late. How fucking unprofessional is that? He took another sip from his cup, now only left with about half of it. Maybe M was trying to assert his power, like the little thing with making Archy get his coffee. Either way, Arch remained unimpressed

[bombingtype]

He took the surprise well- Moriarty wasn't sure if he was pleased or not at that little development. On one hand, annoyance because after all that, he was hoping for something grand. Some gasp, maybe a pointed finger, a dramatic- 'you!'. But, on the other, he supposed that if any potential subordinate had reacted that way, they'd be killed on the spot. He needed people who could run with surprises.

And people who could compliment him. Jim took his drink- mildly cooled by now- and sipped at it, raising an eyebrow at the other man's words.

"Of course it was clever," came the typical response- and to say nothing of Moriarty's pride, it was. He was pleased with himself, and Archy was impressed. Tally another mark in the 'promising' area. Jim actually couldn't help the slight smile. "But enough about that." He liked being praised- he didn't like people dwelling on it, boring little sods.

"Let's walk. Leave the box here, someone will find it." Jim shrugged. "Or they won't." But in either case, he was already walking away.

[gotanothercall]

Archy had been in the crime business all his life. He never would have made it this far if he hadn't been able to adapt. He looked down at the man (having a few inches on him), taking in the flash suit, the silly tie, and all of that vanity. He didn't know how he felt about M yet. Smart, clearly, but perhaps too much in his head.

His suggestion caused Archy to raise his eyebrows. "Leave it here?" It only took one long stride to catch up and he still had the package in his hand. His coffee sat abandoned on the bench in its stead. "You're joking."

[bombingtype]

Jim looked toward the package in the man's hand archly, raising an eyebrow and pursing his lips in distaste. He didn't like it when people questioned him- but perhaps he tried to push Archy too hard. He'd only just met Moriarty, after all.

Then again, most understanding of simple concepts like that were beyond him. He wanted to know if he could be trusted- needed to know if he had the potential to obey an order that could bring harm to people who didn't really deserve it.

"I'm not." His eyes darkened dangerously, and Jim tipped his head back toward the bench. The lilting tone was gone from his voice just as quickly as it had came, and it dipped down low, serious, annoyed. "Leave it."