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Week 7 - S....unday...??

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[He'd waited until the next morning to seek Sherlock out, knocking on the door to his room with measured, even knocks.]

Holmes? You'd better be awake by now!

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[The door opens, and Holmes was dressed, and was just finishing brushing his hair back]

While I do keep odd hours, I am not the sort to oversleep when I made time to meet.

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[He just gives a huff, coming in and shutting the door behind him.]

Fine, fine.

....For once, this room isn't covered in books.

[Since, you know...he's been dead for a week.]

Anyway! What was it that you wanted my help with?

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You might have noticed Watanuki had collapsed post-trial. He had been running thin on energy, and it's only going to get worse I fear.

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...Yes, I have. I also noticed I couldn't go to that dreamworld he'd set up, although it's not as if I have any connection to it anymore.

[He shrugs.]

...So. You want me to give him some of my mana, then.

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Yes.

[He might as well get right to the point, though he knows Moriarty has no obligation to agree to his request]

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[There's a long moment of silence, before he starts talking again.]

..I don't have an obligation towards you or your Master, Holmes. In fact...You're just incurring another favor by asking me to help you.

[And there's the unspoken statement that eventually, he'll come to collect. Most likely when it would be the least convenient for Holmes to do so.]

I could laugh in your face and walk out the door - and I've half a mind to do that right now.

[...Yet, he doesn't make a single move towards the door.]

...Hm.

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[But then....he shrugs.]

...But as amusing as it would be to watch everyone collapse at the second before the game is completed...Unfortunately, I've come to care about a few of the people trapped here.

[And then...he grins.]

Very well! My arm's being twisted off, and yet I barely feel the pain! I'll give some mana to your Master, Holmes.

...Of course, it may take a while - I'm not doing the normal disgusting methods mages use.

[Aka he's pretty much been running on his own power in Chaldea since Gudako summoned him, because he refuses to do anything else except handhold.]

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[It took a remarkable amount of self-restraint on his behalf to not roll his eyes at Moriarty's dramatics]

I am not going to ask you to do those methods, and Watanuki nearly had a conniption fit over holding hands.

[Among other reasons that they're not using those methods]

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[He makes a minor face at Sherlock not reacting - so Rude - before settling back in and turning around to head out the door.]

Well then! Shall we go and visit the sleeping beauty in question?

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[His lips tugged at the face the man made at his non-reaction, but he kept himself composed as possible, as it would bother the man as he follows after and then towards Watanuki's room]

He'll likely to not stir at all in his current state.

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[It doesn't take long at all - and soon, he's staring down at Watanuki's sleeping form in silence.]

...So I see.

[There's another moment, and then -

....He picks up Watanuki in a princess carry??

And starts walking out of the room with him??????]

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Yes and -

[What. Is he carrying him... he is. Sherlock quickly follows after]

Moriarty, what are you doing?

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[do you like stony silence?

Because that's all you're getting as he goes into the foyer and goes up the stairs, heading for -

...The master bedroom?]

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I know the bed in there would be more comfortable for the both of you, but I hardly think that's really necessary...

[Unless...]

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[He still doesn't answer, lying Watanuki down on the far side of the bed - thankful that the Witch is gone, at the very least - before staring down for a moment before lying down next to him, taking off both of his gloves.

....And then he just.

Pointedly stares up at Sherlock, and at the empty space next to him.]

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[His brows shot up]

What on earth are you getting at?

[Sherlock internally groan - and hoping his suspicion is not correct]

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[Welp, he can't take this anymore.]

GET ON THE DAMN BED!

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[He actually gets on the edge of the bed, pushing off his shoes, gloves coming off - slowing the long pale hands with splotches of chemical stains.]

Even me?

[Sherlock questioned, not expecting to get dragged into the mana exchange]

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Even you!

[Moriarty grumps, as the other man slips beside him after getting himself settled in.]

If your master is bad enough that he needs my help, then what's the sense in pouring mana into him while you just siphon it away?

[He reaches out for Sherlock's hand, his own fingertips stained with the telltale black stains of ink - from when he was alive, constantly using the pens they had at hand.]

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[There's a quiet sound, it seemed Holmes treated mana like regular food - something to put off until needed.

With a slight roll of his eyes, he reaches over to take the hand, his own had calluses from playing, writing, and other activities. As they touched - he felt a weird sensation in the back of his head, like staring into a serpent's eye for too long. He instinctively recoiled, wanting to let go of Moriarty]

Ngh-?

[But Sherlock forced himself to hold on, Watanuki needed the Mana more than he needed comfort]

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[Well, Moriarty DID know what it was like to put off food when you were preoccupied, but he still made sure to eat regular meals.

As they gripped hands, Moriarty also instinctively arched himself away from Sherlock for a moment - yet, his ice-like hand merely held on tighter.]

....Hrn. This -

[he pauses in the middle of speaking, shutting his mouth with a click before shaking his head.]

...I should have known holding hands like this would be intolerable.

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[Sherlock actually winced as the icy cold hands tightened, it felt like a snake was wrapped around it. He glances from the corner of his eye, and saw the way Moriarty paused and clicked his tongue]

Indeed - I didn't quite expect it to be that unpleasant.

[The man exhales, as he closes his eyes, to try to settle his mind]