Sebastian Moran. This is my twin brother, Severin.
Get us mixed up and you’re dead.
He is always that pleasant. Sorry. We got this blog to try and spend more time together outside of work.
Liar. We got it because Jim told us to. Prick.
Does it actually matter? Before we get obvious questions, let me answer a few so you don’t bore us. I’m the elder twin, we both work very closely with James Moriarty and we are both perfectly capable of killing a man skilfully and without remorse.
Before we get any horny bastards, yes we do fuck. Constantly. And our sex is better than anything you’ll ever have.
You’ve painted a disgusting picture of us, Sev. Right, that’s it. Ask away, talk to us.
Don’t waste our time.
Although, as of late, things certainly haven’t been as simple as it seems between the two. It’s encouraged to proceed with caution as neither twin is known to have the best of tempers. Or have the best sort of self-esteem (though that may only apply to Severin; Sebastian isn’t as keen to be the sharing type. Though it’s not like Severin really is either.)