Aria Papillio, forensic anthropologist, and maybe a few questionable morals, but that just makes life more interesting, no? I've been told I can be a bit of a bitch, but if you're sweet, I like you or you flatter me, that shouldn't really be a problem.
((R-Ping, I usually always reply and if I don't, I'm either asleep or the computer's messed up. If I don't just like, nudge me. Or something.))
((I track the tag: ariapapillio.))
ariapapillio started following you
“And who might you be?”
“Aria, miss.”
“Umm…Pleasure to meet you Aria…Are you quite alright?”
“Yeah, fine. Bad day is all.”
“Don’t I just know you all missed me!”
“Moriarty. Can I be of service?”
“I’m usually the one that helps people in these scenarios,” Aria shrugged lightly. “But not really, I don’t think. Unless you know anything about cyanide, besides the whole almonds thing. When I was learning about them, I seemed to have overlooked this one. Rather stupidly, it would seem.” Aria bit her lip, she wasn’t really used to asking for help - didn’t usually have to. But her reputation did hang on the line here, so she was willing to swallow her pride.
“It kills people…”
“Lovely,” Aria scoffed, “whatever.” She pulled out her phone and typed in a few words. Eyes locked on the screen, she hummed to herself, frowning and shoving it back in her pocket. “Anything I can help you with?”
“Do you do anything worth value?”
“I’m a forensic anthropologist,” Aria shrugged, before smirking lightly. “Among other things.”
“Moriarty. Can I be of service?”
“I’m usually the one that helps people in these scenarios,” Aria shrugged lightly. “But not really, I don’t think. Unless you know anything about cyanide, besides the whole almonds thing. When I was learning about them, I seemed to have overlooked this one. Rather stupidly, it would seem.” Aria bit her lip, she wasn’t really used to asking for help - didn’t usually have to. But her reputation did hang on the line here, so she was willing to swallow her pride.
“It kills people…”
“Lovely,” Aria scoffed, “whatever.” She pulled out her phone and typed in a few words. Eyes locked on the screen, she hummed to herself, frowning and shoving it back in her pocket. “Anything I can help you with?”
crocodilesinbusinesssuits:
“Maybe, I don’t know really, Mr….?”Perhaps. But doesn’t everybody need something?
ariapapillio started following you
“Need something, Miss?”
“Yes, but only particular people need me or mine. Does that describe you?”
“Moriarty. Can I be of service?”
“I’m usually the one that helps people in these scenarios,” Aria shrugged lightly. “But not really, I don’t think. Unless you know anything about cyanide, besides the whole almonds thing. When I was learning about them, I seemed to have overlooked this one. Rather stupidly, it would seem.” Aria bit her lip, she wasn’t really used to asking for help - didn’t usually have to. But her reputation did hang on the line here, so she was willing to swallow her pride.
