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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[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.

He would casually look around the park now and again for any kind of sign. He didn't even know what he was looking for. The post boy had mentioned masks and hoods, but Archy hoped this M would be better than that. He wouldn't work for some hoodie. He would give it another ten minutes. Arch didn't feel like being jerked around and he knew what happened in these parts if you stayed out too late.

Archy felt the presence behind him but didn't budge. The Irish accent didn't do anything to disprove his theory that M would turn out as a crazy person. He dealt with the Irish mafia in the past, he knows what they can do. (Actually, that helps explain the bomb, now that he thought about it.) He turned and his head tilted to the side. The post boy? He looked very different, almost impossibly so. At the same time, there was no mistaking those big eyes and strange little face. Archy had been duped.

He got to his feet, for a moment still in disbelief. Then, Arch chuckled richly and shook his head. "Well, look at this." He held out M's cup for him to take. It was easy to take in stride. "Have to hand it to you, that was right clever."