[ He had to admit. This entire situation was beyond unnerving, and even insulting. Him, a fictional character?
The walking dead was an entirely different problem.
But this was a game, wasn't it? Someone dragged him here for some game, and he would be damned if he didn't have his go at understanding it. If he lost.
But there was another problem presented to him, in the form of him. Jim Moriarty. There was a rush of thoughts, memories, and even, god forbid, emotions at the sight of the man.
All Sherlock does, however, is fix him with a solid, steady glare. ]
oh. oh hello.
The walking dead was an entirely different problem.
But this was a game, wasn't it? Someone dragged him here for some game, and he would be damned if he didn't have his go at understanding it. If he lost.
But there was another problem presented to him, in the form of him. Jim Moriarty. There was a rush of thoughts, memories, and even, god forbid, emotions at the sight of the man.
All Sherlock does, however, is fix him with a solid, steady glare. ]
You.