[Now his eyes flicker again at the contact between his foot and the other's, but its more subtle, like a butterfly flapping its wings in a dark cage. It's not...bad, perhaps. Still grating, but not irritating, like a sharp breeze moving over skin.]
[If he knew of his idea of redemption, he would laugh. There will be no such thing. The dice has rolled. The choice has been made. They will stand on separate sides.]
Oh, speaking of which-!
[The waiter approaches, placing down his dishes. A light luncheon sandwich for Heizou, with ham and cheese, and a small savory pie for Moriarty. He smiles.]
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[Now his eyes flicker again at the contact between his foot and the other's, but its more subtle, like a butterfly flapping its wings in a dark cage. It's not...bad, perhaps. Still grating, but not irritating, like a sharp breeze moving over skin.]
[If he knew of his idea of redemption, he would laugh. There will be no such thing. The dice has rolled. The choice has been made. They will stand on separate sides.]
Oh, speaking of which-!
[The waiter approaches, placing down his dishes. A light luncheon sandwich for Heizou, with ham and cheese, and a small savory pie for Moriarty. He smiles.]
Enjoy.