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[prettyntoxic]

Lenny,
Don't be mad
I might've borrowed your phone
And talked to a girl
And you didn't tell me she was hot
Well, you didn't tell me she existed, but she does and she's hot and why are you keeping me a secret?
You're not ashamed of me, are you?

[Don't mind her as she blows up your phone with rapid-fire texts, Len.]

[atms]

[ jeSUS THAT'S A LOT OF DINGING ]

What? What are you
You texted Sara.
You met up with Sara?

[ fuck his liiiiife ]

I'm not keeping you a secret, I

[ you know what, no, this is a conversation better had in person or at the very least over the phone. ring ring, sis. ]

[prettyntoxic]

Yeah, Sara
Hot blonde you've been running with

[Oh, hi phone. Ringing with a not-so-clever ringtone: Cold as Ice by Foreigner.]

Lenny? You're mad at me, aren't you? [The tone of her voice leads to the obvious visual of a pout on her face. She's sorry, Leo. She really didn't want to make you mad...]

[atms]

Yes, I'm mad, but that's not why I'm calling.

[ even though he definitely sounds annoyed as all get out. ]

"You're not ashamed of me, are you", Lisa? That's what you're going with?

[prettyntoxic]

Well, I am just the bratty little sister. I mean, yeah, you let me around Mick, but he's Mick. It's kinda hard to keep him out of my life when he's so entwined with yours.

I didn't even now you had friends on the side. You've been so secretive lately.

[Someone might be feeling a little left out...]

[atms]

I'm not--

[ she can't see it, but he's pinching the bridge of his nose as he lets out a huff. len's voice goes a little quiet as he continues. ]

I'm not ashamed of you, Lis. I never could be. But this thing Mick and I have got ourselves into... It's dangerous. More than what we usually do.

[ he's just trying to protect her. ]

And I wouldn't exactly call them friends. Acquaintances, maybe. Occasionally useful crewmates. [ except sara. and jax. and raymond on his good days. and--okay they're pretty much friends but he's not gonna admit that. ]

[prettyntoxic]

I'm not afraid.

[Because she wants to be brave for him. She wants to make him proud and be good enough to be part of the gang. Whether the goal's crime or otherwise, she just wants to be trusted with it.]

She seemed pretty close to you. [But she won't argue the friends thing. She knows how he gets with 'feelings' and admitting that he has them for anyone.]

I wanna help. I've gotten better! I mean, Red and I have kind of followed the same understanding you two had while you and Mick have been gone. And you know I can defend myself. Please, just trust me with this.

for @taer

[atms]

Depends on how we're defining eat.

[ :> ]

[taer]

Why don't you enlighten me?

[ this is a much better topic than her feelings and possible softness at heart. ]

[atms]

Stop me if you've heard this before, but there's the literal definition of "eat out" and a more euphemistic one.

[ :>> ]

[taer]

Never heard of it.

[ that's obviously bullshit, but bear with her. ] You might need to give a demonstration.

[atms]

You pick the place and I'll be there.

[taer]

I'm not sure I want to make it that easy on you.

@taer

[atms]

Probably not. My guess is it'd be enough to make a psych student cry or cream themselves, depending.

ty for moving this thread too

[taer]

I'm going to go with cry.

yw captcha is the bane of my existence

[atms]

It is the less worrying of the two options.

same tbh

[taer]

Someone creaming their pants at the thought of someone fucking themselves or someone else with a cactus would take a very special kind of person.

whoops this got lost in my inbox

[atms]

That person definitely exists somewhere. If one of the rules of the world and the internet is if you can think of it, there's porn for it, then it stands to reason there's someone out there who's into whatever you can think of.

[taer]

I'm sure that's true, but I'm even surer I don't want to know that person.

@ boilover

[atms]

Who said I don't have plans?

[ he does. but he also lets mick grab his arm, even if he doesn't lay down. ]

Go brush your teeth, your breath stinks. Then maybe I will.

[boilover]

You should have plans with me. I can show you a good time. Couple more beers, some nachos, maybe a ninja movie. I got tonight covered.

[He slowly pulls himself upright with a mocking smirk.]

We could watch something with Chuck Norris or Van Damme.

[atms]

We could do that.

[ leonard watches as mick gets up and slowly pulls himself away from mick's grasp. his lips curl in an echo of mick's smirk and he tilts his head to the side, looking down for a moment. ]

I'd been planning on letting you fuck me into the mattress. [ he pauses and looks back up at mick. ] But if you'd rather watch an action movie... Well. I'll go get the nachos started.

[ and he slides off the mattress, aiming to walk away. ]

[boilover]

... What?

[Wait

No!

God damn it, he really hates Leonard some days. He growls lightly and fumbles upright, snagging Leonard's arm before he could fully retreat and trying to command his attention before he slips away. And, for the record, that took a lot of effort. Being hung over wasn't playing to his advantage today.]

You're literally the biggest pain in the ass, Snart.

[atms]

[ leonard just smiles in response. not unlike the cat that got the cream. ]

Go freshen up, Mick. Then we'll talk about... renegotiating our plans.

[boilover]

[Mick growls lightly and he's on the verge of saying something childish and petulant or purposefully not freshening up but

He's done that before. He knows where it gets him. Nowhere. With a small huff, he gets up and heads into the bathroom. Oh yeah, he's gonna smell like fucking daisies now, like a spring meadow.

Then there's no excuse not to fuck him.]