Jim Moriarty bakes when he's stressed.
Or worried.
Or just about whenever he feels like. He doesn't mind getting covered in flour, it's better than getting his hands covered in blood which is so messy it gets on his suit. That really pisses Jim off. Jim Moriarty hadn't even really thought about why he was baking, but the urge to bake had been so astoundingly huge, he tied the apron on and didn't even question as he began to preheat the oven and gather the ingredients for his favourite cake.
And that's when the urge to listen to 'Stayin' Alive' by the Bee Gees and all the other music that he had stored away (like the Scissor Sisters and pretty much all the campy music you could dream of) washed over him so quickly that he slammed the mixing bowl down and immediately reached for his iPod. He kept small iHomes around the house for moments such as these.
Soon enough, camp 80's music was blasting through the kitchen, and Jim Moriarty sang along.
To be completely honest….
It didn't look at all threatening.
In fact, one could say that Jim Moriarty looked particularly effeminate and affectionate, and some might even say… Girly. He didn't look like you should be scared of him at all, in fact, it would make any gay man swoon.
As soon as the cake hit the oven, Jim Moriarty began to clean.
He cleaned everything. And he cleaned obsessively. It was here that it hit him, why he was baking and cleaning and listening to campy music.
He was in a good mood.
Not his usual, 'I'm going to kill you, and you're going to like it' or the ever famous 'I'm stealing this, and you'll accept it' good moods. No. This was unusual. This good mood was the kind that's infectious to everyone. Even those that don't swim in blood and guts on occasion, or steal money, just because they can. Yes. In fact, Jim Moriarty felt that he needed to SHARE this good mood with everyone. As he went to check the mail, his feelings of good will and happiness radiated off of him and he even waved at his neighbor, saying in a loud, sing-song voice, "Good afternoon Mr. Brexley. Hope you're having a WONDERFUL day!" He then waved again as he entered the house with a little shiver and a sigh of happiness.
And then he realized he didn't like it.
This good mood. He didn't like it at all, but he couldn't make it go away. He picked flowers for dinner and texted Seb several smiley faces and heart. He just couldn't stop himself.
By the end of the day, he was exhausted. His good mood had worn him out so thoroughly that he didn't even make a proper dinner. He had set the table and laid the food out, waited for Sebastian and then ended up falling asleep on the couch, a miserable expression on his face.
That was how Sebastian found him…. Passed out on the couch, a frown of disappointment on his face. It was so childlike that Sebastian couldn't help but smile as he carried him to the bedroom. "Sir, I think you need to sleep off whatever it is you took today." He murmured more to himself than anyone. He laid the consulting criminal down and tucked him.
Then he went downstairs.
And had a slice of cake.
