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@notjustalostcause

[bringstheheat]

[Yeah but that scrunchy face does things to Mick every time he sees it.


.. so maybe he messes with him now and then just so he can.

But he loves him. More than anything else in the world.]

You comin over this weekend?

[notjustalostcause]

I was kinda plannin' on it
Unless you're busy

[bringstheheat]

Busy?


Lenny.
I'm never too busy for you, you get that?

[notjustalostcause]

[Logically? He absolutely knows, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that Mick would never even dream of turning him away.

But sometimes hearing the confirmation that he's wanted is just important.]

Yeah, I know.
Thanks, Mick

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Besides.
We gotta plan something for Lise. I want her to have a little party over here. Just us and Sara.

[notjustalostcause]

Yeah? That would be pretty great.
Got ideas?
Tiaras and tea parties are so last year, you know.
What if she wants ponies this year?

[Is he serious or is he being ridiculous on purpose? It's anybody's guess.]

[bringstheheat]

[Asshole.
Mick snorts at his phone, but it's a good half an hour before he can answer due to a sudden influx of work.]

Smartass.
No ponies. I think she's got her eye on those ice skates at the store downtown. Maybe something shiny too?

[notjustalostcause]

You gonna get on the ice with us this year?
You get the skates, I'll handle the shiny.

[He may have seen a pair of sapphire ear rings he wants to get her.]

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Hell no.
[Lies. As soon as Lisa begs him, he's going to fold like a house of cards. He's going to get out on that ice and fall on his ass for the sake of a little girl and her brother.]

You got it. Skates and we do cupcakes or somethin at my place. Give her a real birthday.

[notjustalostcause]

I'm getting you out there, at least once.
It's fun, once you figure out the balance part

Sounds like a plan to me.
[Lisa deserves nice things. Always.]

[bringstheheat]

You can try.
The balance part is the part I ain't ever been able to figure out, remember? [He can box, he's light on his feet when he needs to be, but centering himself on little blades has never been something Mick could figure out.]


Think Lisa'd be ok with Sara coming too?

[notjustalostcause]

I will succeed.

I think she'd be ecstatic

[bringstheheat]

You're just looking for a laugh when I fall on my ass, I know you Lenny.


Good. I'll let her know.

[notjustalostcause]

Can't it be both?

Perfect

[bringstheheat]

You'd find some way to make it be both.

I got the skates and I got stuff to make cupcakes for her. Plenty of sprinkles.

[notjustalostcause]

Rainbow and chocolate?

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Rainbow and chocolate. Got her favorite pizza ingredients too and stuff to make nachos. All the major junk food for a birthday. [Never mind that normally Mick is more careful to feed them better quality food, but this is a birthday. Indulgences are important.]

[notjustalostcause]

Pizza, nachos, AND cupcakes?
She's gonna be in heaven

[bringstheheat]

Hey, figured for a birthday in a new city she's due a little extra something.

[notjustalostcause]

Definitely.

@whatdoidowithboyslikeyou

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[Mick stops.
Reads her text.

Reads it again.

People don't worry about him.


At least people who don't share the last name Snart and it takes him a long moment to process. Because what does he do with that?

Jesus it all makes sense about how hard she threw Leonard those first few days.]

We ain't used to that.
Me and Lenny.

[whattodowithboyslikeyou]

[Was that a breath of relief when something finally came back?
Like the Tootsie Roll Owl says, the world may never know. ]



Really? Color me so surprised. How did I never notice that before?

[bringstheheat]

Very funny.



Come by Takagi's over on Seventh tonight. I get off at seven. We can have sushi and down some sake shots. [Evasion, thy name is Michael Christopher Rory.]

[whattodowithboyslikeyou]

[ One acknowledgment,

and one avoidance,
that's still an invitation.

She'll take it. Small steps. ]



I get to pick the rolls.

[bringstheheat]

[He's still new at this okay?


He's trying and Sara's patience means everything.]


You get to pick a couple.
Usually I let Hiro pick the sushi because he knows what's best that day. And extra wasabi in the soy.]

[whattodowithboyslikeyou]

Or I leave the rolls to your guru, and get to pick one or two appetizers to go with them?

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Fine. You pick a couple of appetizers and I'll cover the rest. Sushi and rolls. [Because Mick can manage that much. Comped sushi and apps after the rush is over because the restaurant can't keep that much fresh fish on hand for too long.]

[whattodowithboyslikeyou]

[ It's a careful dance. She could offer.
She could ask if it would help to. She could just say.

It's all tangled up in what this isn't. Or is. Or isn't. In the fact she could probably bring Lise anything at this point, scarves and boas she's outgrown, nail polish and candy hearts, or something silly every time, but everyone else has their pride mangled up in it, too. Somewhere nowhere near as simple. Because none of the rest of them are seven. ]



Seven. I'll text you if I'm running late.

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[She could offer. Mick would say yes in a heartbeat because who else knew the heart of a seven year old girl than someone who had once been seven?
But it's not his call to make. Lisa is family in every way, but Mick can't make those kinds of decisions, not without talking to Lenny first.

There's also the weird kind of thing that they've got going on, that they're still figuring out.]

I'll be there.
Sake warmed and fish ready to go.

[whattodowithboyslikeyou]

Sara isn't late, but then she doesn't have anywhere else she wants to be. They've done that to her. All three of them, and as much as it might be a little messier than the messes Sara's already been good at, she doesn't really want to not be making this one. Even if she can't really tell anyone much about it. Maybe not even herself. Not expect that she wants to be her. To be doing whatever it is.

That she can do showing up. She can do sushi.

She can do that too quick step the moment she spots the restaurant sign, and the maybe too ready glance around the whole room after she pushes the door open, with that jingle of bells announcing a new customer, and that so bright smile, when she finally spots Mick and heads across the room.