[It's comfortable, where he is. He had half thought to turn into a cat (he has, sometimes, just to curl up against the detective after long days), but he's happy being by himself, here. It's warm.]
You've never been to a city like that? That's not an uncommon experience, there.
[He personally isn't into it himself, more accustomed to the calm and quiet of the libraries and shadows of the alleyways, but he knows its nature like the back of his hand. Cities are like living organisms. They can be hijacked like a parasite hitching a ride on a grand animal. He makes a little face at the ahoge tweaking, his hand raised a little as if he means to bat him away.]
[He's heard stories, read things in books, about cities on the mainland that are far larger than Inazuma City but he's never travelled outside of the islands to see them. Tides completely boggled his mind with its sheer size and how many people lived there, the height of the buildings and how beautiful everything was.
And he's glad he got to spend that time with Moriarty, even if he was a bit grumpy about it.]
I expect I'll go back there. There might be any number of mysteries waiting to be solved.
[If only there was a more convenient way to get there.]
And it was far more pleasant to look at than Jigoku-cho.
How very strange. I suppose this means there are many things in the great wide world that will astound you.
[That city was a right mess. Crime, filth, sin - all wrapped up in some kind of grimy film that caked on everything. Moriarty sighs, his gloved hand moving to brush some strands of hair behind the other's ear.]
It was, but I will say...that city of Jigoku-cho is more comforting to me than not. Even part of me misses it. It reminds me of London.
[Heizou can admit that in the very least as he idly plays with the other man's hair, and nor will he disagree with the idea that he may be easily astounded by many things. He often is, as much as he's able to cover it in most cases, though he doesn't tend to lie about such things to Moriarty.
Not in private, at least.
He leans his head against the fingers brushing through his hair, his gaze soft and affectionate.]
Unless you were dealing with me, that is. I always seemed to be throwing you off-balance.
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You've never been to a city like that? That's not an uncommon experience, there.
[He personally isn't into it himself, more accustomed to the calm and quiet of the libraries and shadows of the alleyways, but he knows its nature like the back of his hand. Cities are like living organisms. They can be hijacked like a parasite hitching a ride on a grand animal. He makes a little face at the ahoge tweaking, his hand raised a little as if he means to bat him away.]
I'm sure you're itching for more, then?
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[He's heard stories, read things in books, about cities on the mainland that are far larger than Inazuma City but he's never travelled outside of the islands to see them. Tides completely boggled his mind with its sheer size and how many people lived there, the height of the buildings and how beautiful everything was.
And he's glad he got to spend that time with Moriarty, even if he was a bit grumpy about it.]
I expect I'll go back there. There might be any number of mysteries waiting to be solved.
[If only there was a more convenient way to get there.]
And it was far more pleasant to look at than Jigoku-cho.
me slapping back here
[That city was a right mess. Crime, filth, sin - all wrapped up in some kind of grimy film that caked on everything. Moriarty sighs, his gloved hand moving to brush some strands of hair behind the other's ear.]
It was, but I will say...that city of Jigoku-cho is more comforting to me than not. Even part of me misses it. It reminds me of London.
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[Heizou can admit that in the very least as he idly plays with the other man's hair, and nor will he disagree with the idea that he may be easily astounded by many things. He often is, as much as he's able to cover it in most cases, though he doesn't tend to lie about such things to Moriarty.
Not in private, at least.
He leans his head against the fingers brushing through his hair, his gaze soft and affectionate.]
Unless you were dealing with me, that is. I always seemed to be throwing you off-balance.