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[catchacold]

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[catchacold]

It's fine. I get it. [As much as he's reluctant to, because this is thinking about a life that doesn't include him, that just kept going for these two. That will keep going, while all he has is whatever this is.

But that's not on them.

He looks over at Mick and pats himself down, pulling out a candy bar and throwing it his way.]

Got something for you too.

[It's no casserole, but.]

[boilover]

[Mick catches the candy bar before huffing in amusement and trying his best to get his head out of that awful space he doesn't want it to be in.]

Well, you know, it makes sense I'd give him your gun and let him do a trial run.

[Mick smirks a little, prepared to take all their minds off where this one was going.] After all, you're both aloof weirdos. The only difference is, he's a dog and you're a cat.

[shrinkage]

[ ray nearly chokes on what's nearly his last spoonful of froyo ]

I'm not a dog!

[catchacold]

Sure you are. Goddamn puppy.

[He's not even gonna debate the cat comment by now. They've been over that.]

[boilover]

Such a dog.

You even play fetch. [True story.]

[shrinkage]

[ he WAS going to lick his bowl clean and now he's having second thoughts. ]

What does that even mean? Is this some kind of hazing thing? Because it makes no sense.

[catchacold]

Just a character evaluation. Mick has them for just about anyone.

[Mostly he's surprised no one else has ever told Ray Palmer, the actual living giant puppy, that he's a dog.]

You already made it through the hazing.

[boilover]

Nothing wrong with being a dog. I'm a dog. We're different kinds but we're dogs.

[Most people were either cats or dogs. Some were specific things - like Cisco, he was a hamster.]

We hazed you ages ago, dingus. You're already post-hazed.

[shrinkage]

[ a scowl forms, because ray just really doesn't get this dog thing. allergies sort of kept him away from these pets and so he's overly literal about it. ]

But I'm not messy. I don't drool. And I'm--

[ woop no shut that line of thought down. ray's mouth snaps shut and he glances at mick instinctively. ]

[catchacold]

Relax, Raymond. Ain't anybody sending you to the vet.

[Although it's not the worst idea ever. He glances at Mick as well, smirking readily.]

Mick's a horndog. In case you were wondering.