The assassin smirked at he saw more messages popping up on the screen. That the other continued to just casually continue sending them was intriguing, to say the least. He’d been of half a mind to change his number, but… maybe he’d put it on hold for now. This might be entertaining.
[text] It’d be harder to not be at at least familiar with Holmes, though, if you’re asking if I’ve read the stories, I’ll have to disappoint you by saying no.
[text] I also don’t consider myself to be a Moriarty. Personality-wise… perhaps… but I’m not exactly interested in getting very involved with criminals to that extent.
[text] Do you really need to follow the fictional detective so much you need his enemies as well? A Lupin isn’t enough for you?
Hakuba rolled his eyes after reading the texts, shaking his head. Of course the assassin wouldn’t understand the deep and meaningful implications of his assignment. To be James Moriarty was a compliment! And as much as he loathed Spider for his work, he could not deny that he was exceptionally talented at his work. In some ways, he admired the man just as much as he wanted to capture him.
Leaning back in his office chair, he wondered if and how he should respond. It was dangerous to be conversing with his mortal enemy. But the temptation…
[text] Make no mistake. Lupin is not a challenge for me- simply a nuisance. I’m not interested in petty thieves. You are who I’m set upon.