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[hatesdeerstalkers]

James Moriarty
UN: 128nemesis

STATUS: Mathematics Professor ACCOLADES: PhD In Mathematics, Bachelors in Astronomy, Criminal Mastermind

BIO: Tutoring is available, though I do ask that you set it up with me to make sure that there will be no schedule conflicts for the both of us.

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[bolderfell]

[Therion has to hold his tongue. He knows that, and the insinuation he needs a lesson as basic as that adds insult to his already-injured pride. Problem is, he can't deny that Moriarty's right. Goaded by his previous failures and chafing under what was looking more and more like a sugarcoated death sentence, Therion jumped at the first seemingly golden opportunity--like some green, rookie pickpocket. Like a damned fool, really. Darius would've bitten his head off for this.

Caution tempers the desire to snap back to a glower. Maybe it's caution he could've used earlier and avoided this situation entirely, but it's still welcome enough now. Therion knows he's not out of the woods yet. Moriarty's not the first person he's seen wear that kind of smile, and he can't see yet why he would have laid a trap for someone like him.]

Noted. [Dry, dry voice, arid as the desert.] This the kind of class I should expect homework from, or...?

[hatesdeerstalkers]

[Ah, good. He didn't bite back, despite being clearly irritated at the simple, almost insulting tip he'd given.

That told him that there was enough there to work with - to meld, and to teach, without being discarded instantly.]

Hahah! Only if you'd like it, of course. But -

[He shrugs, short and quick.]

- It is more that I wish to help those who work in the shadows. So much of the students here - and the teachers - work in much louder overt ways. Yet, these methods will not help everyone - and for those who work in different ways, I would seek to reach out to.

[And then, he does something unthinkable.

He moves away from the door, sitting down on his bed - giving Therion a clear shot to leave.]

But it is ultimately your choice. I am here to merely make the offer, if you wish to take it - and if you don't, or do not wish to believe me, well...I won't force you, nor will I report you. You are a student of this campus, and I placed the money and weapons in the hopes that you would come in and take them.

[He smiles - kindly, yet with a clear iron core behind it.]

However...I hope that at the very least, you consider my offer.

[bolderfell]

[What the hell.

Therion's eyes flicker to the exit and back, disbelieving. He's... going to let him go? Without getting some kind of deal out of him, without any kind of punishment, without... anything? Without taking back the money?

Hearing that Moriarty laid them out for him on purpose, like some kind of... gift and test all in one, makes the skin between his shoulderblades prickle very unpleasantly. You can't trust gifts. But it's not like Therion's just going to give them back, either. He needs them. They're useful. He just knows they must come with strings attached. Why won't Moriarty just lay it out for him now? What should he expect later?

He studies Moriarty intently, trying to find answers without having to reveal any of his own questions, but he can't see anything there but kindness--and not a weak kind of kindness, either, but an informed, unafraid one Therion doesn't understand.

Unconsciously, he weaves the drawstring of his hoodie around and between his fingers. A tell. But finally, he drops his gaze.]

...I'll think about it.

[Time to BOY SCAMPER OUTTA HERE, glancing back once in the doorway to make sure it's no trick.]

[hatesdeerstalkers]

[It's absolutely no trick - Moriarty merely smiles and waves as he leaves, full of nothing but that kindness that shows no weakness, only firm confidence.

Still, he can tell that the boy is genuinely considering his offer - but experience has caused him to be cautious. Much like all of his kind, of countless young thieves who were brought into this life due to their circumstances.

So, he'll let Therion go - for now.

But now, he will never truly leave the web of the Old Spider.]