[ Mick puts down the bowl of dog food he was getting ready for Matches, straightening and wiping his hands off on his pants. His puppy eagerly consumes her food, completely oblivious to the tone.
He is had some time to cool off (heh) since the other day, and regretting what went down a bit. But the words "we need to talk" almost never lead to something good.
It takes him a moment to notice the skirt. Should he ask? You know what, no. He is done trying to understand Leonard Snart. Somehow he's making it work, anyway. Mick doesn't understand how that man is constantly, effortlessly good-looking. ]
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He is had some time to cool off (heh) since the other day, and regretting what went down a bit. But the words "we need to talk" almost never lead to something good.
It takes him a moment to notice the skirt. Should he ask? You know what, no. He is done trying to understand Leonard Snart. Somehow he's making it work, anyway. Mick doesn't understand how that man is constantly, effortlessly good-looking. ]
Alright. Let's talk.