[Leonard absolutely has a worried partner on his hands so he may as well sit back and accept his fate because he's not going to stop until he finds him. It might be a pain in the ass - it is for him but whatever because he's loyal to a fucking fault and he's not gonna stop now.]
You got twenty. leave a note or the kid's gonna pout at you later.
[wouldn't have it any other way, if he's being honest. It's aggravating but it also means Mick can take whatever Snart's sarcastic dumbass self can dish out. wouldn't trade that loyalty for anything in the world]
don't tell me how to handle the flash. you're lucky he tired himself out already.
[Hey, a writer's got to have fun with words once in a while, right?
For a guy his size, Mick can move quietly when needed so rather than stomp up the stairs, he pads up quietly. The only sounds giving him away are the creak of everything he's carrying, the scritching sounds of talons on leather and an occasional chitter from his dragon.
Mick tips the couch up against the wall, eyeing his partner.]
[Leonard waits at the door to Barry's suite, holding himself stiffly inward, which is a fair approximation that he's hurt and doesn't want to move too much. His gaze flickers over to his partner, and some of the held-in stress of his shoulders relaxes. Not too much; the two wound that bled all over the place earlier are right where he can't quite reach himself.
He walks over, eyeing with some...disappointment? amusement? the little dragon on Mick's shoulder. Damn: great minds think alike. Guess he bugged Tim for nothing.
He's, unfortunately, still in his thankfully dark shirt, which is tacky from blood in two places on his back]
[His eyes flick over the way his partner is holding himself and Mick knows right away that he's hurt bad. Not dangerously fatal, but he's still in pretty rough shape.
Great.
The little dragon chirps before sneezing a shower of sparks across Mick's jacket. He pats them out almost absently, fishing around in the bag he's carrying for a clean shirt and most of the first aid supplies he's been able to lay hands on. A shrug at the mention of the dragon because he damn near walked out of the store with two of them, but Snart is a fickle asshole on a good day and Mick didn't want to press his luck seeing as they spend most of their time if not together, pretty close to it.]
[Bad enough that he can't literally shrug it off anymore. Snart inclines his head towards the door, not wanting to talk in public.
As he gets inside the common room - Barry's door is shut tight - he starts taking off his shirt. Slowly; it's sticking to him and it hurts to lift his arms. The bloodied couch where he sat pressed against it is pretty obvious, but at least Barry did his best to stave off most of the bleeding until Hell's healing factor kicked in]
Might've pissed off the one holding onto me.
[he finally gets his shirt off with an irritated hiss; there's a definite deep stab wound near the base of his spine that's the worst one, and the one that's causing him difficulty lifting up his arms is a shallower slicing on the right shoulder blade. Someone was trying to carve a letter M into him, but whether it stood for Mammon or Murderer, he didn't get a chance to ask and therefore doesn't know. Both have at least had time to scab over and they look a day old, rather than the few hours it's been.
He waits, wanting to ask for help getting a new shirt on without directly asking for help.]
[Mick doesn't even other trying to hold back the growl at seeing the extend of the wounds on Snart's back. Sure they'd both grown up with old men who were more monster than father but even this was extreme. He peels off his gloves before helping Snart with his shirt. He could've cut the thing off but the stubborn shit has to go and do things the hard way.
Most he's got on hand to clean him up is a couple of bottles of water that don't look too sketchy so he uses one and the torn remains of his shirt to try and clean off most of the old blood.] Was it one of 'em that gets off on pain?
[He's seen the demons and the shows that they put on.
The little dragon clambers down from Mick's shoulder and snakes forward until he's curled up in Snart's lap, peering up at him curiously.]
[he grits his teeth when he sees what Mick's doing with the water, and steadies himself by placing his hands on the couch to let the guy work. Mick knows what he's doing: sadly, they both do. Best to put pride aside for the moment, especially when no one can see him]
Yeah. Me and the Flash both. He's okay, if you're wondering. I might've...
[he makes a non-committal noise himself. Clearly someone decided to do something stupid to get them both free, and that's where the bigger wound that almost nicked his spine came from.
Still, that's over with now, and whatever else he was going to say is thrown out by the sudden arrival of Ember. He frowns down at the tiny dragon, staring at him]
You might've [he grunts as he tapes a makeshift bandage across the more serious stab wound across his spine. Mick doesn't need him to finish what he started. There were damn few people he cared about, even fewer he'd risk injury to in order to protect. A grumble as he keeps working. With luck Barry's healing is taking care of whatever happened to him.
Present? His head tilts a little because normally the only time he's getting anything from Snart is after they've had one of their weird falling outs.
Mick peers around him to see Ember snuffling at his partner curiously.] Hn? What present?
[there's a lot of guilt in that sarcastic little sentence of his. He might've put himself into harm's way specifically because he abandoned Mick in the past, in an effort to make up for that betrayal. Somehow everything stems from that moment.
He gives a coaxing scratch to Ember behind one ear, making a little bit of a face. Dragons. Little heat-seeking missiles, all of them]
Got you an egg. A kid I know's keeping it warm, he's supposed to text me when it hatches. Didn't know you already had one.
[he makes what he is definitely not going to call a distressed noise when Ember nearly sets his hand on fire - or at least, that's how he'll tell it later, the dramatic cuss. Now he's got a dragon attaching himself to his hand, and makes a mental note: do not pet any strange animals.
Thankfully, Mick is here to help him navigate the hard parts. Like shirts.
Comfortable now that he's somewhat protected from prying eyes, he leans back against the new couch, wincing but doing his best to get used to back sores. Fun times in Hell.]
[He tries not to feel guilty about it, shoving his feelings down so that when he speaks, it's with a cooler, calmer tone. Like he wasn't just needing to be rescued by his best friend again]
With good reason.
And I don't breathe fire or grow to the size of a Buick.
[Mick snorts.] If he shot ice instead of fire you'd be demanding your own flight of dragons and you know it. [See? Easy distraction. Better to tease than talk about feelings. Feelings are gross.
His partner is safe. Healing up after whatever happened and if he wanted to go and take out a little revenge later, Mick would back him up easily.
It don't matter that they're in Hell. He's got his partner back and that's all Mick really cares about.]
's a good distraction too. People don't notice their stuff is missing when they got a dragon to look at. [Mick is going to have to keep one eye on Ember and another on Snart for the foreseeable future. They're both going to keep him pretty damn busy.]
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Date: 2021-05-24 04:40 pm (UTC)You got twenty.
leave a note or the kid's gonna pout at you later.
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Date: 2021-05-24 04:43 pm (UTC)don't tell me how to handle the flash. you're lucky he tired himself out already.
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Date: 2021-05-24 05:18 pm (UTC)or him.
I don't care.
[He might still be concerned but when Snart leaves himself open for a dig like that, Mick is gonna take it.]
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Date: 2021-05-24 05:21 pm (UTC)he's asleep. no one's doing anyone.
don't think I don't see what you're trying to do, either.
i'm outside the room.
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Date: 2021-05-25 02:11 pm (UTC)For a guy his size, Mick can move quietly when needed so rather than stomp up the stairs, he pads up quietly. The only sounds giving him away are the creak of everything he's carrying, the scritching sounds of talons on leather and an occasional chitter from his dragon.
Mick tips the couch up against the wall, eyeing his partner.]
The fuck happened?
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Date: 2021-05-25 02:38 pm (UTC)He walks over, eyeing with some...disappointment? amusement? the little dragon on Mick's shoulder. Damn: great minds think alike. Guess he bugged Tim for nothing.
He's, unfortunately, still in his thankfully dark shirt, which is tacky from blood in two places on his back]
Got caught up. See you've made a friend.
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Date: 2021-05-25 03:12 pm (UTC)Great.
The little dragon chirps before sneezing a shower of sparks across Mick's jacket. He pats them out almost absently, fishing around in the bag he's carrying for a clean shirt and most of the first aid supplies he's been able to lay hands on. A shrug at the mention of the dragon because he damn near walked out of the store with two of them, but Snart is a fickle asshole on a good day and Mick didn't want to press his luck seeing as they spend most of their time if not together, pretty close to it.]
Mhm. How bad is it?
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Date: 2021-05-25 04:50 pm (UTC)As he gets inside the common room - Barry's door is shut tight - he starts taking off his shirt. Slowly; it's sticking to him and it hurts to lift his arms. The bloodied couch where he sat pressed against it is pretty obvious, but at least Barry did his best to stave off most of the bleeding until Hell's healing factor kicked in]
Might've pissed off the one holding onto me.
[he finally gets his shirt off with an irritated hiss; there's a definite deep stab wound near the base of his spine that's the worst one, and the one that's causing him difficulty lifting up his arms is a shallower slicing on the right shoulder blade. Someone was trying to carve a letter M into him, but whether it stood for Mammon or Murderer, he didn't get a chance to ask and therefore doesn't know. Both have at least had time to scab over and they look a day old, rather than the few hours it's been.
He waits, wanting to ask for help getting a new shirt on without directly asking for help.]
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Date: 2021-05-25 06:46 pm (UTC)Most he's got on hand to clean him up is a couple of bottles of water that don't look too sketchy so he uses one and the torn remains of his shirt to try and clean off most of the old blood.] Was it one of 'em that gets off on pain?
[He's seen the demons and the shows that they put on.
The little dragon clambers down from Mick's shoulder and snakes forward until he's curled up in Snart's lap, peering up at him curiously.]
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Date: 2021-05-25 06:52 pm (UTC)Yeah. Me and the Flash both. He's okay, if you're wondering. I might've...
[he makes a non-committal noise himself. Clearly someone decided to do something stupid to get them both free, and that's where the bigger wound that almost nicked his spine came from.
Still, that's over with now, and whatever else he was going to say is thrown out by the sudden arrival of Ember. He frowns down at the tiny dragon, staring at him]
Guess this means I have to return your present.
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Date: 2021-05-25 07:04 pm (UTC)Present?
His head tilts a little because normally the only time he's getting anything from Snart is after they've had one of their weird falling outs.
Mick peers around him to see Ember snuffling at his partner curiously.] Hn? What present?
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Date: 2021-05-25 07:10 pm (UTC)[there's a lot of guilt in that sarcastic little sentence of his. He might've put himself into harm's way specifically because he abandoned Mick in the past, in an effort to make up for that betrayal. Somehow everything stems from that moment.
He gives a coaxing scratch to Ember behind one ear, making a little bit of a face. Dragons. Little heat-seeking missiles, all of them]
Got you an egg. A kid I know's keeping it warm, he's supposed to text me when it hatches. Didn't know you already had one.
[but he should have figured]
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Date: 2021-05-25 11:59 pm (UTC)They haven't talked about it and knowing their history, they probably won't. He's got him back and frankly that's all Mick cares about.
Ember trills at the attention before sneezing sparks and curling his tail around Leonard's hand.] That.
[An egg huh? He snorts as he finishes up, helping him put his shirt back on without having to be asked.]
Only makes sense that he should have a partner.
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Date: 2021-05-26 01:52 pm (UTC)Thankfully, Mick is here to help him navigate the hard parts. Like shirts.
Comfortable now that he's somewhat protected from prying eyes, he leans back against the new couch, wincing but doing his best to get used to back sores. Fun times in Hell.]
Could be too much to handle.
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Date: 2021-05-26 04:58 pm (UTC)Figures Snart would be uncomfortable being touched by even a dragon.
With his partner settled he tips his head and scratches beneath Ember's neck.]
Dunno about that. People have said the same about you.
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Date: 2021-05-26 05:03 pm (UTC)With good reason.
And I don't breathe fire or grow to the size of a Buick.
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Date: 2021-05-28 01:35 pm (UTC)His partner is safe. Healing up after whatever happened and if he wanted to go and take out a little revenge later, Mick would back him up easily.
It don't matter that they're in Hell. He's got his partner back and that's all Mick really cares about.]
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Date: 2021-05-29 04:56 pm (UTC)He's cute, I'll give you that.
I'll give you the other egg when it hatches. Got a kid looking after it now, name's Tim.
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Date: 2021-06-03 08:08 pm (UTC)Tim? Who's that?
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Date: 2021-06-03 08:16 pm (UTC)Yeah, well. There's distractions and then there's hazards. How big's he meant to get, anyway?
Tim Drake. Some kid from Gotham I helped out of a jam when I first showed up and now he owes me. Watch what you tell him, he's a mask.