OOC:
ARGH, sorry again for disappearing! I swear that I will have RP replies for everyone sooooon.
That said, I have been induced to create a Seb Moran ask blog, so that’s here. It’s mostly just asks, not RPs, so please do flood the askbox there.
And I promise Puck will be back soon. I’m currently using my mum’s crappy netbook, but I’ll have my real computer back in working order by the end of this coming week.
Happy/Memorable Memorial Day, everyone!
dontmesswithpoisonivy replied to your photo: Well, how about that. >;]
“Well see…”
“Good day, my lady fair!”
Tumblr Crushes:
I don’t even RP with either of the Lokis listed here! It’s all the Hiddles gifs I keep liking!
I would really like to RP with the Lokis listed here.
OOC: done for the night
Just bought a book of Tibetan Fairy Tales on kindle. I’ve already got ideas about just what groups of faeries Moriarty & co. will be terrorising on behalf of Oberon & co.
[insert evil laugh gif here]
To be continued…!
Night all!
The Florist, eh? I have a feeling you aren’t the bouquet-arranging kind.
You would be correct. Though I do that in my free time sometimes.
Why “The Florist”, then, if I may ask?
*Smirks* I have…an ability when it comes to plants.
Oh? What manner of ability?
timethesunburned started following you
Good day, m’lord! What can I do for you today?
M’Lord? No need to be so formal.
I’m Julius. Pleasure to meet you, …?
I’m called Sprite. A pleasure, Julius. >:]
![Well, how about that. >;]](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m4i6ntnVWw1rqx95uo1_1280.png)
Well, how about that. >;]
All right, let’s see.
(Source: clairefieldred)
notsoserioussirius started following you
Well hello there. How do you do?
All right mate. How are you?
Can’t complain. Well, I could, but there’s no reason to. *grins* I’m called Robin. You?
puckish-sprite started following you
My, you do work quickly. Which employer would this be?
It’s my job. Mr. Mycroft Holmes sir, requests to see you. Which means you must come with me.
Glad to. Lead on, my lady!
Yes sir, will do.
*Puck climbed into the nondescript black car after Anthea. A tiny test of his Art confirmed that there was no cold iron in the vehicle. Good. A flashy exit was well within his power, if it came to that.* Where does Mr Mycroft Holmes work, madam?
