Leonard Snart // Captain Cold - IC Inbox

[hypothermic]

ID: coldasice

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[hypothermic]

And you're complaining?

[billionerd]

No, just commenting.

[hypothermic]

I could always stop.

[billionerd]

You're just saying that so I ask you not to.

[hypothermic]

AND?

[billionerd]

Don't stop, I like it.

Where are you?

[hypothermic]

Around. You?

[billionerd]

Workshop. Sorry about the drilling.

[hypothermic]

As long as you're drilling something and not someone, I guess I can forgive you.

[billionerd]

If it were someone I'd invite you.

[hypothermic]

Charmer.

[billionerd]

duck i just realized that was innuendo not torture

[hypothermic]

Same difference.

[billionerd]

you're a bad influence

[hypothermic]

And a good time.

Don't go anywhere.

[billionerd]

Wouldn't dream of it.

[hypothermic]

[ Leonard isn't in the mood to sit around on his device making chit-chat.

Twenty minutes later he's stomping up the gridded steps to Ray's workshop above the warehouse floor.

He's got two drinks balanced in a tray against his side and a paper bag tucked under one arm. He's not too concerned about spilling anything. It's not his sweater, after all. ]

Don't cheap out on the tip.

[billionerd]

[ The place is a mess, there's a table but it's mostly full of cables and tools. Ray seems to be trying to do five or six things at once, his suit's on a dummy in the corner, but one of the gloves is on the table. There's a half-built shelf and a small motor, and a notebook Ray's been scribbling notes on.

Ray himself is messy, wearing just a tank top that looks more gray than white, a rag wrapped around one of his hands.

He smiles at Len when he comes up. ]

If I say I have no money we'll be right at the start of a porno.

[hypothermic]

Who says we're not at the start of one now?

[ He slides Ray's drink to him across the table. It's some disgusting combination of butter and coffee. Some yuppie health-nut thing. Leonard doesn't get it, but it's what Ray likes, so it's what Leonard made for him. Or tried.

It's a toss-up whether he got it right. He's only ever watched Ray make it out of the corner of his eye. ]

Grease-monkey is a good look on you.

[billionerd]

Thanks.

[ He clears a stool for Leonard before taking the drink. He's a little embarrassed by the compliment, but that's par for the course by now. ]

I'm having trouble sticking to one thing. [ That's a little embarrassing too, he prides himself on being at least somewhat organized. The place is a complete mess.

He takes a sip of the coffee and his smile widens a little. ]

This is great.

[hypothermic]

I'm sure Mick could find some Adderall if you ask nicely.

[ He takes a seat and surveys the area while sipping his own drink. Americano. Black and butterless. ]

I was gonna put some toast in there for you, but the bagels looked too good.

[ He tosses the paper bag to Ray. Inside are two bagels and a variety of boxed doughnuts. Brain-food for later if Ray's still tinkering around. ]

[billionerd]

You're joking but I'm tempted.

[ He opens the bag and munches on a bagel. ]

Did I skip a meal? [ He doesn't think he has, but his automatic alarms have been gone for a while and he does get wrapped up. Especially now that he has everything he needs in the warehouse. ]

[hypothermic]

Don't.

[ The drugs are Mick's thing. Leonard's never been into them. He needs to stay sharp. Always.

Leonard snags a bagel out of the bag for himself. Cinnamon raisin and cream cheese. Only high-end bagels for his high-end friend. ]

Do I look like a nanny to you?

[ Leonard rolls his eyes, because Ray didn't eat, and it irritates him that he knows and cares. ]

[billionerd]

[ That's a yes, Len wouldn't be annoyed otherwise. ]

Sorry. [ He takes a bite of his bagel, suddenly hungry. ] Did you want to discuss your tip? [ The words are said between bites, while fighting back a grin. ]

[hypothermic]

Make me an offer.

[ Leonard kicks his feet up onto the lower rungs of Ray's stool and leans one elbow on the bench. Making himself comfortable. He's not going anywhere. ]

And gimme a bite of your bagel.