An independent roleplay and ask blog for Richard Brook. Will interact with anyone from any fandom.
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Inbox me a “♡” (no peeking!) and I will randomly generate a number between 1 and 20 and write you a drabble. Mixture of unadulterated tooth-rotting fluff, potentially nfsw and “flangst” (fluffy angst) prompts!
Having disposed of any drug evidence when he heard Mrs.Hudson let someone up, he raised a brow when he saw it was the look-a-like Moriarty.
“Hm…. Interesting.”
God, why was he here? If Jim knew–well of course Jim knew, or at least he would find out soon enough. “Thanks.” The actor muttered softly to the horrified older woman as he ducked past her and made his way up the stairs. Nothing had been the same since Jim had pulled his little stunt. Standing in the doorway, staring at the consulting detective, Richard felt all the more awkward.
“I, um… I’m Richard, not…” Well, Sherlock Holmes probably already knew that, didn’t he? He felt his mouth go dry as he fought for something more to say, finding himself at a sudden lack for words.