#snarkiisms

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@snarkiisms

Mick has just come off of a three-day rotation at the fire house, managed to put out four fires, single-handedly, and wanted nothing more than to collapse in his bed and sleep for three days straight. So it only stood to reason, that the moment he walked through his front door he’d hear the loud shriek of ‘Papa!’ followed by the hurried pitter patter of toddler sized feet racing down the hall towards him. He had just enough time to drop to a knee in time to catch the young child around the waist and lift them into the air with a low chuckle, “Who let you out of your cage?”

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Command

Truth or Dare || acceptingSend me ‘Command’ and my character will command yours to do something.

“We don’t got time for you to argue, Len. Now go!” How many times had Len done the same thing to him, played the ‘hero’ in their little excursions out into the world, and beyond. But not this time. This time he was going to save Len. Save him like all the times Len had saved his hide beforehand. He aimed his heatgun at the approaching mobsters who didn’t like to take ‘no’ for an answer, and shouted one last time, “Go!”

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        Cat held her hands in the air, her purse dangling from the crook of her elbow. For the first time in many years, she had been caught defenseless and unawares. The gun in her purse is useless when she is so immobilized. 

“What do you want?” 

        Despite her precarious position, Cat is unafraid. Something about the thug facing her says smart. She can reason with him.

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This whole ‘going crazy’ thing really wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. He always figured if he finally snapped, he’d be engulfed in flames, not followed everywhere by a certain blue-eyed bastard with an opinion on everything. Not even alcohol seemed to be able to dull his senses these days, but didn’t stop Mick from trying.

“You’re really starting to get on my nerves.”

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snarkiisms 

; i’m simultaneously happy for you and sad for myself. xD

I’m feeling so ridiculously giddy right now it’s weird. I haven’t watched the episode, I’ve only seen THAT scene so I have no clue about Len -- BUT I’ve had a feeling about what they’ll probably do with him and I fear I’ve been right about it. Feel free to spoil me! :D

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12: What is your muse's happiest memory from their childhood?

Dig In || accepting

   When he was a child, they’d gotten a new horse for the farm meant to help his father in the fields, only the horse hated his father. Mick instantly felt a kinship with the horse, and the first night it was in the barn, he snuck out of the house and into its pen to get a better look. He ended up spending the entire night in the horse’s pen, curled up in the hay with the horse watching over him, and it’d been the best night sleep he’d ever had. Mick spent many a night and day with that horse, until one day he went to the barn and the horse wasn’t there. His father had sold it after the third time he’d been bitten by it, and chosen not to tell Mick, and when Mick questioned where the horse had gone--well, it wasn’t the first time, nor the last, that Mick learned a ‘valuable’ lesson about asking questions his father didn’t want to answer.

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Hartley didn’t even look up, clever eyes too busy scanning the schematics and blueprints for their next job. “You wanted to be the one to override the security systems, but knowing how to cut a wire is one thing...”

He pointed to the security room. “If I can get to this room and release a sonic burst at just the right frequency, we will be undetectable for the next two minutes before the security system resets. No cut wires, no clues left behind, and no bodies. Move quickly enough and it should be fine.”

He drew a line with his finger. “Follow this path, and you should miss all the guards rounds. I will be here, ready to draw attention to other areas if need be.” It was a risky position for himself, but it took out a lot of the risk for the rest of the Rogues and opened up an opportunity to prove himself... a chance he had yet to get in his missions thus far.

He looked up finally, smirking. “Think you can make it in that amount of time?” He taunted, egging the leader on.

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@snarkiisms || continued from (x)

Mick was typically better about taking care of himself, of finding the small moments to stretch out his muscles, and scars, but things had been rather hectic lately. He’d let too much time pass without properly taking care of himself, it’d gone beyond an easily ignored ache to every movement making him cringe with pain. It was only a matter of time before Len noticed, and pulled Mick away from his latest project. So frustrated, with both his body and his mind, he barely put up a fight and let Len lead him back to their quarters.

Stripping, he laid face down on the bed, and waited, and Len did not disappoint. The scent of peppermint hit him first, he took a deep breath of the sweet smell and instantly relaxed into the bed coverings. The soft kiss to his shoulder had Mick’s eyes closing, and he turned himself over to Len wholeheartedly, learning from experience that once Len was finished with him he’d be both relaxed and nothing more then a pile of bones and muscle. “Just try not ta get lost, partner, because if you get distracted halfway through, there’ll be hell to pay.”