[ The only reason that she's doing this at all is because Cisco told her to. Because she's trying to make better choices.
Definitely not because she cares about Snart's feelings. ]
Hello. I am the girl who stabbed you in the hallway, and I am writing to apologize.
I am sorry for stabbing you in cold blood, even though the technique was very good. If you truly deserved it, it would have been a stab to be proud of. If a little messy.
I will not do it again, unless you hurt one of my friends first, and then I think I will give you lots of little holes, all over your body, and your blood will drain out of you like a wringed sponge.
[ Perfect. Apology delivered. Cisco's gonna be so proud. ]
Hi girl who stabbed me in the hallway. Your report card is ready.
Initiative: A+ - I've never been stalked before. Execution: A - Good stab. Great execution. Got me exactly where I was most vulnerable. Effort: A - Dedicated. You weren't going to give up until I was dead. Attitude: C - Don't apologize if you don't mean it.
Comments: Come after me or one of my friends again, and I'll build you a snowman out of your own body parts.
[ the wording may not make it too obvious, but. this is a text tony sent out to every device with a connection to the network; why he didn't just make a normal update? reasoning lost to the ages. ]
I am really sorry for what I wrote on the network. It was mean and uncalled-for, and I shouldn't have written it at all, let alone on the network where everyone can see.
[ Ray's made a point out of checking in. He has at least one meal with them and spends most nights in the motel with them.
He's spending the rest of his time on a "project" though, comes home exhausted and covered in dust. He's in very good spirits! But he's needed a haircut for weeks now, and he hasn't been shaving and it's getting to the point where he could almost pull off a man-bun, so he really needs to do something about it.
So, today he comes home early with a pair of scissors, a comb, and the hope that Len will be feeling generous. He could have asked first, but that would have just given Len time to plan something mean. ]
[ Leonard's lying on the couch reading a magazine. It's a lazy day. Every day was a lazy day without a job.
He licks his thumb and flips the page. Jeweller's Monthly. Anything worth stealing is worth writing about. He'll have plenty of ideas when they get back to Central City.
Ray's sweater, black lounger leggings and a pair of blue fur-lined slippers. That's how comfortable he's gotten here. And with Ray. ]
[ He considers attaching a picture but figures it's better if they see the place in person. More impressive that way.
After sending the message Ray puts his device away and heads to the motel room, there's no point in waiting for a reply since he's heading back there anyway. ]
[ Leonard doesn't get the text. He's a light sleeper, and under normal circumstances the buzz of the device would be enough to wake him. Snapping to consciousness the moment another body enters his space is just one of his many survival skills. He can go from dead asleep to wide awake in the blink of an eye.
No one catches Leonard Snart off-guard. Not without a handful of roofies and a bottle of Jack. Not until now, anyway.
Opening the door to find Leonard naked, lying face down on the bed, his neck and shoulders (and just about everywhere else) red and purple with bruises, Ray might assume he's walked into a crime scene. Before he can panic or call the only cop in the area, Leonard shifts and sighs in his sleep.
Someone's made a half-assed attempt to cover his body, but the sheets have gotten caught up in his legs.
It might have been someone's intention for him to be found like that, but who would do such a thing? The rogues are such a wholesome, modest bunch. ]
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