who ➝
burnthearts and
somariumwhere ➝ Espoir
style ➝ First or Third. I'll Match.
status➝ opennn, open opennn. ♥
[ In the streets of Espoir, a man in a suit is looking if not for a moment rather lost. This was definitely not London. This wasn't the most pleasant of events; finding yourself not where you had originally intended. The place he found himself in had cottages, and snow and all these quaint little things. Moriarty wasn't too fond of quaint. He considered himself a smart man; though. He's already done the pinching yourself if this is a dream bits, as well as considering the possibility he's been kidnapped. ]
[ Which really wasn't fair, all things considered. He did the kidnapping. The likeliness of that was pretty low. And then there was that little mobile; he found along his person, he'd managed to give it a bit of a look in search of any clues but found it dull apart from the fact a certain consulting detective was on his contacts list. Oh this would be fun. He's decided then to try the dull option and simply ask people for answers. ]
[ The smile he adopts then is acted to the best of his ability. It's practiced and measured to give off the right amount of lost and confused ]
Hi, I fancy myself sort of lost.