Andrew Scott I The Town 01x01
“It’s a small crime and I’ve got no excuse.”
He hadn’t expected to fall for it— the tiny kitten he’d found weeks ago whilst trudging the all too familiar path back home in the miserable weather.
The quiet mew had been enough to cut through the almost rhythmic squelching as his shoes sunk into the grass with each step, and his eyes lifted lazy from the ground, from watching out for puddles, to the small cardboard box that obstructed the path ahead.
Were it not for the way the kitten stumbled out of the box, tufts of soaked fur flattened against its skin, blinking the rain from its eyes, mewling ever so soft; and the way that it approached the boy’s shoe, hopeful and naive, only to fall against it as its legs gave way, Sebastian would not have given it a second glance.
But the kitten wouldn’t have survived another day in this weather. Not in the drenched cardboard box that could hardly be considered adequate shelter. So, Sebastian had brought it home, constructed a makeshift cot out of an empty shoebox and a couple of old shirts and placed it next to his bed, where he could keep an eye on its progress.
He hadn’t expected to fall for it. But one night, when it crawled out of the cot and settled on Sebastian’s pillow, purring quietly and nuzzling up against Sebastian; when Sebastian felt the paw that reached out to rest against his cheek and the coldness of the tip of the kitten’s nose beside it—
That’s when he did.
And that’s when he named it Jimmy.
Or put arsenic in the sugar.
The next applicants I’ve got to choose from to replace them are worse, believe me, kid.
Whatever I say, is it? Than if I say drinks, tomorrow, 7, at that bar next door, will that happen too?
If the target for tomorrow gets his arse moving and lets me shoot him reasonably quickly, then, yeah, why not?
Seven it is.
Scratch up the walls all you want, just leave the fucking skull alone.
Anonymous asked: hey hey i have a request you should draw kitten!moriarty terrorising 221b
the skull is judging you, jim
So the monotony of the country will be broken up by the cheery dispositions of our cohorts. Great.
Yes, exactly. Good man.
And if that doesn’t turn out, there’s always tea and small talk. If you can’t beat the monotony, join it.
What are you, a fairy?
Hullo. Though it looks more like an evening to me.
Whatever you say, Moran.
Would you like me to demonstrate?
If you must, boss.
That’s like saying the letter ‘s’ occasionally consists of straight lines.