[Good joke. Len grins in response and wanders over to the sofa, flopping down onto it and propping his head up on his hand. He gaze turns upwards as he considers it]
Should I put him in booty shorts? Wouldn't fit the ambiance, but it would at least be more entertaining.
[Congrats, that earns you a snort of laughter. The Flash he knows, the one they've faced down a few times, he'd be able to laugh it off, or might even call Len's bluff, but the guy he'd introduced himself to? Might actually combust.]
You make him do that, you better lemme be there when you tell him.
[Len snickers. He knows they're both just joking around, but he hopes the next time Mick sees Barry he asks him why he's not wearing booty shorts, anyway.] I'll have to be delicate. Kid's so green he might just bolt at high speed when I suggest it.
[He laughs softly] Yeah, he's like a newborn calf, isn't he? Not that I know what those look like.
[He sobers and nods, frowning as he gives it some thought.] He wants to get away from all of his friends, and he said they lied to him about something. He's being cagey about what it is... but I'll figure it out eventually.
[He sighs and leans back against the sofa, wistful.] It'd be fun to have a speedster on our team, wouldn't you think?
Huh. And he thinks he oughta trust us instead? They musta really got to him.
[Well, that's fine. Not the first time they've let someone crash. And they're getting something out of the deal, so it's all squared away as far as Mick's concerned.]
You gonna try gettin' him there? You worked with him once. Said he did good.
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Should I put him in booty shorts? Wouldn't fit the ambiance, but it would at least be more entertaining.
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You make him do that, you better lemme be there when you tell him.
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[It isn't like Barry Allen has a poker face. At all. Even by the time they'd taken off on the Waverider. He's so easy to read it's almost sad.]
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He finishes reassembling the heat gun and sights along it before setting it down again.]
Weird he's askin', though.
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[He sobers and nods, frowning as he gives it some thought.] He wants to get away from all of his friends, and he said they lied to him about something. He's being cagey about what it is... but I'll figure it out eventually.
[He sighs and leans back against the sofa, wistful.] It'd be fun to have a speedster on our team, wouldn't you think?
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[Well, that's fine. Not the first time they've let someone crash. And they're getting something out of the deal, so it's all squared away as far as Mick's concerned.]
You gonna try gettin' him there? You worked with him once. Said he did good.
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[There's a distinct, catlike purr to his tone. At the question, he glances over at Mick again]
He did do good - though he arrested me at the end. But then, we're legit now, so things are different. Maybe it's possible.