[ it takes a few more minutes than it would if ray were in his room, and then another few seconds once he's in their hallway. he stands in front of his tiny door looking across the hall at 26, and blows out a breath before sidling up to it and giving a few good knocks.
in one hand, ray holds a box of donuts and in the crook of his elbow, a bottle of vodka. only once he knocks does ray realize maybe he should've also brought an extinguisher... ]
[The first thing Mick does after opening the door is take the donuts. It's nothing personal, usually he'd be slower but he was kind of stressed out. His future partner was going to die and he liked to stress eat. It made him feel better and right now, little else was doing it.
He does, however, pause. His eyes settling properly on Ray and he manages to remember why the donuts appeared. And it wasn't magic. He grunts a vague greeting and sets the box down, opening it.] You wanna take a pop at me, haircut? You seemed kinda pissy before.
[Mick shoves half a donut into his mouth and most of what he says next is kind of warped by that mouthful. Fortunately, Mick has some awareness. He swallows and repeats.]
Now, where did we leave off? You called me a freak and then boo-hooed over us not being besties? So, I repeat, you wanna take a pop at me? Cause I don't like to talk feelings but I find my fists do a good job at compensating.
[ ray moves inside, and almost immediately has to keep from rolling his eyes again. the label on the bottle cracks, but he doesn't pull the cap entirely off. because he's got to find the trash bin somewhere for this label first.
littering's just rude. ]
I also never called us besties. Third, I think we've all had just about enough punching, thanks.
[ ok this is ridiculous-- ray moves to the closet and pulls a small trash can, and a chair out of it. he even almost stops talking. almost. ]
I'd also like to point out that you haven't exactly made any of this easy. Snart either. You know, your partner? The guy you should be talking to about all of this? If anyone's moping, it's you two.
[ ok time to plop down and drink and hope he doesn't get set on fire now. ]
You were getting all funny about me. Like I use you or something. I don't.
[He didn't need to use Ray, he was generally very helpful and friendly, it was easy to get what he wanted out of him. It wasn't so much that he doesn't like Ray or he wants Ray nowhere near him, not like with Rip, for example, it's more that he has no idea what to do with Ray half of the time.
He's like an over-excited puppy and honestly, Mick's more of a cat person. Why else would he spend so much of his time with Leonard if he wasn't?]
He ain't my partner and he ain't good at sharing, in case you didn't notice. I just want to know what the deal is.
[Mick takes a mouthful of donut. Literally. One whole donut slowly disappears into his mouth and after a moment of chewing, he looks at Ray. There's so many emotions he's wearing right now but mostly, the hurt is starting to show, clear as day. The same kind of he wore when Snart died the first time. That sort of hopelessness from a lack of direction and that strange creeping loneliness.]
I just wanna know what happened before I go to him. Cause he's gonna try and do this thing, see, he always does it. He 'protects' people by omitting the less pleasant details. I don't need that. I need the truth.
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Come on over.
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in one hand, ray holds a box of donuts and in the crook of his elbow, a bottle of vodka. only once he knocks does ray realize maybe he should've also brought an extinguisher... ]
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He does, however, pause. His eyes settling properly on Ray and he manages to remember why the donuts appeared. And it wasn't magic. He grunts a vague greeting and sets the box down, opening it.] You wanna take a pop at me, haircut? You seemed kinda pissy before.
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[ pissy? well, that's hard to deny. but ray still huffs, and as his shoulders droop he rolls his eyes. ]
Can I come in?
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[Mick shoves half a donut into his mouth and most of what he says next is kind of warped by that mouthful. Fortunately, Mick has some awareness. He swallows and repeats.]
Now, where did we leave off? You called me a freak and then boo-hooed over us not being besties? So, I repeat, you wanna take a pop at me? Cause I don't like to talk feelings but I find my fists do a good job at compensating.
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[ ray moves inside, and almost immediately has to keep from rolling his eyes again. the label on the bottle cracks, but he doesn't pull the cap entirely off. because he's got to find the trash bin somewhere for this label first.
littering's just rude. ]
I also never called us besties. Third, I think we've all had just about enough punching, thanks.
[ ok this is ridiculous-- ray moves to the closet and pulls a small trash can, and a chair out of it. he even almost stops talking. almost. ]
I'd also like to point out that you haven't exactly made any of this easy. Snart either. You know, your partner? The guy you should be talking to about all of this? If anyone's moping, it's you two.
[ ok time to plop down and drink and hope he doesn't get set on fire now. ]
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[He didn't need to use Ray, he was generally very helpful and friendly, it was easy to get what he wanted out of him. It wasn't so much that he doesn't like Ray or he wants Ray nowhere near him, not like with Rip, for example, it's more that he has no idea what to do with Ray half of the time.
He's like an over-excited puppy and honestly, Mick's more of a cat person. Why else would he spend so much of his time with Leonard if he wasn't?]
He ain't my partner and he ain't good at sharing, in case you didn't notice. I just want to know what the deal is.
[Mick takes a mouthful of donut. Literally. One whole donut slowly disappears into his mouth and after a moment of chewing, he looks at Ray. There's so many emotions he's wearing right now but mostly, the hurt is starting to show, clear as day. The same kind of he wore when Snart died the first time. That sort of hopelessness from a lack of direction and that strange creeping loneliness.]
I just wanna know what happened before I go to him. Cause he's gonna try and do this thing, see, he always does it. He 'protects' people by omitting the less pleasant details. I don't need that. I need the truth.