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EMBER 3.1 - A Social App for Lost Souls! [Sept. Substory OVERFLOW]

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It does not. But it does seem to indicate an ego willing for such things. How amusing.

[Now he's smiling a little, dark eyes lidded.]

Part of me wishes for my feats to be written of...but my work tends to pull me back in the darkness. I'm fine with that.

[Heizou is admittedly quite proud of himself and his work even if he is not always openly boastful about it. The smile he sees on the other man's lips has his own expression softening, and he taps the side of his shoe very lightly against Moriarty's.]

But what a pity. You must have some stories worthy of prose or poetry. Why don't you tell me about one?

[Again, that twitch of his eyebrows - and a little knock of his shoe against the other's, as if to say "cut that out".]

My own stories?

[Ah, and there's the rub. A younger Moriarty, a snapshot of a time before his grand step into the world of evil. A Schrodinger's cat of a situation, where his crimes have been done, and yet he has never done them. That's the nature of a Servant. He thinks for a moment, before letting out a hum.]

Ah, well. Don't let it reflect against me here. I was consulting, after all, but...I did act as overseer for a grand war between several factions.

[It doesn't work. He gives another returning little tap with his shoe as he listens, and his eyebrows do lift just a fraction.]

An overseer for a grand war?

[Not just any war, but a 'grand' war. Heizou has already picked up on his companion's tendency to use particular vocabulary, but it sounds like a very deliberate choice here.]

That seems somewhat outside of the bounds of the kind of work that I'm accustomed to consultants undertaking.

[Another little prod with the toe of his foot, eyebrows now knitting together a little. Binch. Moriarty thinks he's a little insufferable. It's not a bad thing.]

My services are highly requested. In the case of my...client, my expertise was needed in these particular circumstances. [He lifts his hand, miming drawing a triangle in the air.] I love complexity, you see. When many parts work together, thats when I truly come alive.

[Oh, Heizou is definitely that, and each retaliation comes with another gentle swing-tap of his shoe against the side of his companion's foot. Just a little nudge, barely enough to be a bother but most assuredly there.

All the while he has his chin on his hands, gazing entirely indulgently at his companion while he keeps speaking.]

Mathematically-minded, you said. [His eyes follow the shape that Moriarty traces in the air. What the man says resonates with him - he tends to come alive under similar circumstances, though he doesn't think he could consult for warfare.] But mathematics doesn't always come down to simple numbers, correct? In a broader sense... Perhaps you and I aren't too different.

[Not to be deterred, Moriarty decides to up the antics here a bit. He taps back, but this time with a neat little pattern, short little nudges and more meaningful prolonged pushes. Morse code, if Heizou can recognize it. S-T-O-P.]

That I did. [Its impossible for his eyes to glitter - if they do, they do so like black sand, absorbing light. And yet they do now, smile curving up a bit.] And it never is so simple, truly. Do you think we are alike? How wonderful to hear. I like to know if there are minds that can challenge my own, you know.

[Challenge, but not overtake. He won't stand for that.]

[It takes him a moment, but he understands. He also doesn't stop what he's doing.]

I think we're alike in some ways, there's no doubt about that. We're both always on the hunt for the incomparable sense of satisfaction that can only be found in seeing all the pieces of a puzzle fall into place. We both enjoy an intellectual challenge, and a battle of wits...

[Heizou tilts his head with a mischievous, crooked grin.]

But I think you're a little more adept at playing footsie under the table than I am. I'll have to concede that point to you.

Yes, yes, that's...

[He starts, ready to agree, and then he says that - Moriarty's eyebrows instantly meet in a slightly exasperated expression. Called out...]

Tch. As if that's some grand talent. You can't blame me for wanting to have a little fun.

I certainly can't. I'm having fun too.

[He doesn't tapMoriarty's foot again but instead sets his own down next to it, just touching. Heizou shoots the other man a wink and finally sits back and clasps his hands on the table in front of him.]

This is one of the most interesting interactions I've had with a relative stranger in ages, and with the cute faces you're making, can you blame me for teasing you a little? [His eyes brighten again as he smiles.] Will you take the point, or do we need to continue to battle it out?

[He's really trying to keep his composure. He really is. But with statements like that, his annoyance flares - he makes a flippant gesture, like waving away a little gnat.]

Bah. Cute faces? As if you need to launch such statements like that at me to gain an upper hand. [A nudge of his foot, as if to punish him for such insolence.] Very well. I'll take the point. Work hard for the next one.

Are you saying I could gain the upper hand more easily?

[Heizou knows when he has a foothold in a conversation and has no issues with being seen as irritating in any respect. This man strikes him as the kind of person to leave if he decides he no longer wants to participate in a situation and yet here he sits, still.

The detective nudges his foot right back.]

I think you're enjoying it. Or does someone openly appreciating you for things other than your towering intellect embarrass you? [He makes a small gesture with one hand.] I could talk about that instead I suppose, but I do hate to pass up low hanging fruit when it comes to... appreciation.

[Flirting. He means flirting.]

Hardly not.

[His dark eyes flit down at the nudge, and then back in the face of this man, this man who truly feels like a detective, through and through. Someone who sees a puzzle and wants to sift through it like a child going through a sandbox simply for the delight of it.]

[(It stings, in a certain way. Like nostalgia, but much heavier. He ignores it.)]

No. Please. If you want to launch compliments at my person, be my guest. [His bluff - of course he'll accept it, no embarrassment here.] But perhaps I should start my own offense, here. If you wish to be appreciated, I will join in on the endeavor. Or perhaps not. Who's to say?

[This man is certainly presenting a puzzle, albeit one that is entertaining rather than immediately dire. No need to rush off somewhere to hunt out clues when the entire story is sitting right in front of him to be pored over and picked out.

Not usually Heizou's mode of operation, but he doesn't mind it now and then.]

Hmm? Which is it? Will you, or won't you? Should I give you an opening or two in the interests of fairness?

[He'd like it either way. Compliments often mean very little to him, though that doesn't mean that he doesn't like to hear them! Who doesn't like to have their ego stroked now and then? Heizou grins, his eyes almost seeming to sparkle with it. He can keep this up until their food and drink arrives... and probably beyond that.] You have a way of emboldening a man, you know? And those eyes of yours. Marvellous.

[The compliment hits harder than he means it to, a momentary twist of his mouth belying how unexpected it is - his eyes? No. Surely not. One does not appreciate the darkness of an abyss. Its merely another move in this grand game, and he will not falter.]

And what of them? I have my eyes, and they do their job well. Do you wish to expand on what you mean? [A little tilt of the head, his mouth widening into a grin.] I don't need openings. You're a smart man, and I'll surprise you where I see fit. I want to keep you on your toes.

[His attention flicks down momentarily, then back up. He grins again, clearly enjoying this entire thing far too much. Heizou is a flirtatious man but he doesn't get to actually engage in this kind of thing all that often, not when he's always so busy and when most people who already know of his reputation don't think for a moment that his interest might be simply genuine rather than a means to find another clue.

Sometimes they're right... but sometimes he does just want the thrill of a completely different chase.]

Do I wish to? If you need me to, I will. [Then he quiets for a minute, simply studying him, gazing into the inky black of his eyes with unflinching boldness.] One might think I find the shadows to be an inconvenience in my line of work, but there's something beautiful about the darkness too. All the secrets it might hold, just waiting to be uncovered. Your eyes, my dear Ruler, are like an obsidian treasure trove... truly stunning.

[Heizou lowers his arms to cross them loosely on the table in front of him, and leans his weight on them slightly.]

Do you need me to go on?

...

[What nice words. But for a moment, Moriarty's gaze flickers. What wonderful compliments.]

["Would you mean that if this was any other situation? If this wasn't a game? A challenge?"]

["Do you mean it, dear detective?"]

[But he doesn't say any of that. Instead, his smile turns up, his dark eyes close in a fox-like expression, as if to hide them away.]

Ah, so the detective can spin poetry, too. How marvelous. Your tongue is silver, truly. [And he opens his eyes just a sliver, darkness peeking between dark blue outlines.] If you continue to be like this, I have no choice but to pull you in further. Dark eyes can be like the abyss, you know. And like the abyss, I'll certainly look back at you with favor.

Is that right...

[He does have the inkling, already, that he's getting into Something here. This man is more than he seems, he's worked that one out already, but without the context to pull the clues together he's still figuring out exactly what that means.

Heizou cocks his head, smiles warmly and brightly, self-confidence oozing out of every pore.]

So coquettish, suddenly. It's a good look on you. I can't say I mind the attention, either...

Coquettish? Or am I simply stringing you along? That's something you'll have to find out, detective.

[A light laugh at that as he puts his hand up to rest his cheek against it, giving a sideways sort of look at the other man. Its nice and easy, to trade statements like this, flirting. Maybe it should stay light. Any deeper, and...]

But then again, I like when people like you are focused on their prey. The light in your eyes is brilliant.

[He raises his own hand in turn, mirroring Moriarty's position with his own hand planted lightly against his cheek. It is nice. Easy. Shallow, ultimately, when he barely knows the man sitting across him him, but he has already learned so much simply through this conversation.]

You think me a hunter, then?

[The light in his eyes doesn't dim. It's always there when he finds himself on a chase, no matter what that chase might be.]

And you the prey, hm... what do you think I might do if I catch you?

That all depends if you can.

[He murmurs the words. The eternal chase. Detective and criminal, running in circles. An endless cycle.]

[How could he resist a thing like that? It's in his very nature. (And yet, and yet, he doesn't want it, perhaps, not like this. Not after the falls, not after a certain infuriating smile from a man he thought he won over.)]

And be aware, dear Heizou. A butterfly may turn out to be a spider, in the end. It's all up for you to see if you can handle it.

Spiders have their place, as well.

[Heizou smiles across the table at his companion again, though there is something a little bit softer about it now. As if he's worked something out - a small piece of the overall puzzle that is this man falling into place. He doesn't keep on being irritating and tapping against his shoe but he does seem to be deliberately keeping one foot snug up against the side of Moriarty's, entirely comfortable with the contact.

Moriarty has already told him more than he might have meant to. He expects the same is true of himself. That this man walks a path that Heizou wouldn't agree with may be clear enough... but as much as evil needs to be eradicated, every person deserves to have a chance to be redeemed. Every one. If he didn't believe that, he would truly be in despair at the state of the world.]

But you know, I'm terribly excited to see what you ordered for me.

Do you think so?

[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.

[He's excited for one main reason - what Moriarty decided to order would say something about him as well. When the plates are set down, Heizou tilts his head a little to observe his own, then looks up at his companion with a chuckle.]

Hehe, it wouldn't be my usual choice, but since you got it for me...

[He will not complain. It's still better than anything he might get down at the police station in Inazuma City. Heizou picks up one half of the sandwich and bites down on a corner, contentedly chewing as he lets his eyes rove around the room for a few moments.]

So, [After he swallows, he speaks up again.] Tell me. What must a person do to be privileged enough to learn the name behind the title?

Ah, well, you are a busy man on the run. A sandwich is light, refreshing, and easy to eat while you're hunting down clues. A working meal for a working detective.

[That's his analysis, anyways. He'll daintily pick up his fork and knife to start to break the crust of the pie. No finger food for him!]

Oh? [His eyes flit upwards to the other's face, smiling.] That curious, are you? Do you think you've earned it?

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