Leonard Snart // Captain Cold - IC Inbox

[hypothermic]

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[hypothermic]

[ Leonard's eyes flick over Ray's face with a smirk. Things aren't the same. He's just not sure if they're better or worse. ]

Well. Not after that shave.

[ He drops the razor into the rinsing bowl and gives Ray's cheek a rough pinch. He hadn't explicitly tried to torment Ray throughout the cut and shave. Ray does a better job torturing himself than Leonard ever could. He just likes to watch.

When he climbs out of Ray's lap and turns his back to stretch out, arms over his head and one leg out behind him, it's not to illicit a reaction. Couldn't see it if he did. He's just stiff and sore. It's been over an hour from start to finish. Leonard's in his forties. Whether he'll admit it or not, it's not the same game as when he was twenty or thirty. ]

Get lost, Raymond. I need a nap.

[billionerd]

[ He laughs once, too sharply. And stares as Leonard leaves his lap and turnes his back to him. Ray is dumbfounded, he has no idea of what to do with this, he's not even sure this is the kind of thing you do something with. ]

Yeah, okay. Thanks.

[ It's not a bad idea to get a minute or two to himself anyway, so he scurries out, trying not to think too hard about these sessions becoming a regular thing or about whether or ot he'd like it to. ]