Mick continues to look a little skeptical, swabbing out the remainders of his plastic cup with a finger.
"Yeah, but sugar from you?" He hmmms a little bit. "Guess it can't hurt." He toes off his shoes, one after the other, before setting his legs up on the younger boy's bed.
"Be a nice change of pace. Might even make some friends."
"It's working to make you sweet on me." Leonard wasn't unsettled by Mick continuing to strip down on his bed, it was starting to become routine. He was aware of what the others thought was going on between him and Mick, but since it actually kept them off his back, literally, since no one wanted to be Mick's rival, he saw no reason to get upset over stupid rumours. Worked in his favour. "I might just. Would make it easier to go on a more fun trip next time."
The older boy scoffs slightly at that, flinging his empty pudding cup at the other. He didn't think much about how others saw them anymore. He never really cared what they thought before this uneasy little partnership anyway, so long as it didn't mean a fight on the horizon. Even then, it was... almost something to look forward to. It wasn't hard to like fighting when you so often won.
"Easier to get everyone out of their cells and move like a gang down the halls?" He can't see that one working more than once. He felt self-conscious enough sneaking around when it was just the two of them.
There was a snort when he ducked his head to avoid getting hit by the pudding cup. Leonard was still smiling when he scooped up some of the pudding left in his own cup with his finger, licking it clean.
"I am not planning on making this a group outing. Just need a tip or two and some other things. Don't worry about it." The planning was his department. But he wasn't more ambitious than he had to be, even if their little adventure tonight had reminded him just why he loved this rush. Loved the challenge too. "No need to coordinate more than you and me when that's all it requires."
Mick shrugs and picks up another cup. He was on his fifth and it was now a question whether or not he actually wanted another. He flips it between his hands.
"It was fun," he says, finally, watching the small dessert arc between his hands.
"It really was." Len had to admit that. "Usually I don't get someone capable who actually does what I say, so you're already ahead of everyone." It wasn't exactly tough competition, but still. "Plus, it gives you something to do other than punch mattresses."
Not that he was against Mick training up. He could see the sense behind it and it certainly passed the time, but it was good to exercise the mind as well. "We'll do something more fun next."
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He'd be a bad con if he couldn't get people on his side when he wanted them to. "Besides, people are desperate for sugar in here."
Finally he reached for a third cup himself, pulling the lid off and licking it clean.
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"Yeah, but sugar from you?" He hmmms a little bit. "Guess it can't hurt." He toes off his shoes, one after the other, before setting his legs up on the younger boy's bed.
"Be a nice change of pace. Might even make some friends."
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"Easier to get everyone out of their cells and move like a gang down the halls?" He can't see that one working more than once. He felt self-conscious enough sneaking around when it was just the two of them.
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"I am not planning on making this a group outing. Just need a tip or two and some other things. Don't worry about it." The planning was his department. But he wasn't more ambitious than he had to be, even if their little adventure tonight had reminded him just why he loved this rush. Loved the challenge too. "No need to coordinate more than you and me when that's all it requires."
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Mick shrugs and picks up another cup. He was on his fifth and it was now a question whether or not he actually wanted another. He flips it between his hands.
"It was fun," he says, finally, watching the small dessert arc between his hands.
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Not that he was against Mick training up. He could see the sense behind it and it certainly passed the time, but it was good to exercise the mind as well. "We'll do something more fun next."