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flynn simply raises his eyebrows at the other waiting for the penny to drop. though once it does the thief practically cackles. “i don’t go halves on brain bleach with a guy who is going to snitch on me.” seeing the other raise their hand to their forehead, flynn copies but a rather over-dramatic version. “how do you know? one pissed off worked could’ve gone number one in the icing batch and you would be none the wiser.” taking a lollipop out of his pocket, he unwraps it and throws it up to catch in his mouth and discards the rubbish to the floor. “a young one, huh? is he cute?” flynn looks around him as if to spot said mall cop. “i think one doth protest too much.”
“great, now i’m never eating a poptart, or any food i haven’t made with my own two hands, ever again,” he scrunched up his nose in disgust. the cackle causes will to do a double take. this whole conversation has taken a turn so strange, he doesn’t even remember how it began. “maybe i wouldn’t have to snitch on you if you weren’t about to do something that’s probably a minor infraction,” bill pointed out, his head tilting to the side. “guess i’ll just have to buy my own brain bleach... could have had such a great deal, but you ruined that.” flynn reminded bill of his students - rambunctious and always saying the strangest things to get a rise out of him. he could handle that. he wouldn’t have been able to handle an aggressive, mean, mall felon, so he’s thankful flynn is more of a joker than anything. “i don’t know, it’s usually not my forte to come to the mall to check out their cops,” he answered the question of the mall cop’s attractiveness. “fine, if i’m protesting too much, would you prefer i say i would take you to dinner then ghost you because i don’t actually want to.”















