"You'll need experience, yes. Sebby'll teach you. But he can't use my stuffed animals as targets. Or I will skiiiiiiiiiin him alive! I'll make him into shoes!" Moriarty said, glaring at the sniper.
Sebastian shrugged and lit a cigarette.

She nibbled at her lip, "Is it really necessary?"

"Maybe..."

(Can I know the sort of relationship currently between Jim and Midnight?)
"I said I was going to do more research.."

(He has a crush on you but is very awkward about it, and very good at hiding it. He isn't in a relationship with Moran, he just calls him Sebby because Sebastian hates it. Jim likes you to the point that he'd give you anything you'd ask for.)
Jim rolled his eyes. "Fine. Go read your books."


(Hmm, okay. So not a relationship.)
She stood on her tip toes so she was the same height as him and booped his nose before walking off to her (does she has a room?) and pulling out a laptop (if she has one there..)

(Yeah. She does)

Moriarty sighed and started butchering an apple with a switchblade.

(Pretty)
She decided to continue researching family, throwing in a few family questions on Moriarty too

Jim closed his eyes, sinking back into a memory of his childhood. When he was younger, he'd always like to kill bugs, burn them, suffocate them, drown them. The idea of death always intrigued him.

"Did you know Sherlock when he was younger?" she sat next to him, resting her head on his shoulder, suddenly feeling tired and using him as a pillow