James' Journal

[sirjamesithy]

So... this is kind of weird.  I wish that Sirius was here, I'm sure between the two of us we could figure something out. Sure I have this tape thingy telling me that I am not real--that I am made up to amuse someone.  Whatever. Like someone could imagine both me AND Sirius

Comments

[fucktonofcoffee]

Holy shit, my niece would fucking cream herself to meet you.

[sirjamesithy]

Uhm...

I'm flattered?

[fucktonofcoffee]

You god damn better should be.

[sirjamesithy]

Oh, I am!

Is your niece here? Should I invest in some breath mints?

[And why do so many people know who I am...?]

[fucktonofcoffee]

No, she's home. Better be fucking home anyway.

[sirjamesithy]

Oh.

So uh... who are you?

I'm clearly at a disadvantage.

[fucktonofcoffee]

Debra Morgan. I'm a Detective out of Miami, Florida.

[sirjamesithy]

I tip my hat to you, m'lady.

An American, that is so bloody brilliant! What do you detect around here?

[fucktonofcoffee]

Assholes and bullshit mostly.

[sirjamesithy]

Sounds fabulous.

[fucktonofcoffee]

You have no fucking idea.

[sirjamesithy]

Feel free to fill me in, m'lady. I'd hate to make beginner's mistakes in this crazy world.

[fucktonofcoffee]

You are way more fucking polite than I'd thought you'd be.

[sirjamesithy]

It's charming isn't it?

Plus--and I'm guessing here, you are American and I'm English--its in the air.

[fucktonofcoffee]

It's something alright, Jimmy.

[sirjamesithy]

Don't be too overwhelmed, my dear. Many a girl has swooned at my feet.