"A cute thug." Just a conversation a group of girls had by their lockers, not that far away from Leonard, who was putting his books into his locker. He wasn't exactly paying attention to them, but him overhearing seemed to be part of the point. All the more reason to ignore them. Instead he pulled out his phone and sent a picture to Lisa, since he had gotten her a phone recently and she liked to take and get pictures most of all. So suddenly, selfies were a thing he did.
Was all Mick sent as he hung out around the back of the school, having a smoke and playing around with his lighter. He knew he should go inside and maybe attend a class or two but movement didn't seem to be happen. He just leaned back, cigarette lazily in one hand, his lighter in the other. He'd recently gotten more and more infatuated with fire, perhaps to even an unhealthy degree. His first arson had been a bit of a lark that got him tossed in juvie but instead of correcting him, he found himself more drawn in by it.
If only he could get a hand on his dad's lighter fluid... that'd be sweet.
Could be better. Get your ass inside, cigarettes stink.
Leonard didn't provide any further explanation, he just waited for Mick to come inside, as he'd told him. He wasn't at school to learn, he doubted they could teach him much, he was here because it was better than his old school for one obvious reason and that reason was Mick. Anything he could share with his partner was suddenly a lot more worth putting up with.
He leaned against his closed locker, phone in hand and his other arm across his stomach. The girls had come over to actually talk to him, but the monosyllables were starting to work.
[As per usual, he sends along a video of something burning. This time? What appears to be a load of tyres at the junk yard. He throws a bottle full of something onto the flames and it blows up to twice the inferno.]
"Okay, I just need to grab some stuff and we can get going." Mick was going to crash at Leonard's for a long weekend and honestly, he was relieved. He loved those days when it was just him, Leonard and Lisa, it was always something he looked forward too. Trouble was, he didn't have any of his stuff ready and that meant he had to go home and pack. Fast. He didn't love taking Leonard to his crappy little place but he kind of had to, he was mostly trying to ignore how obviously awful it looked and hold his head up high. Whatever. It wasn't really his anyway.
Mick unlocked the door and held it open for Leonard, shutting it behind him before he paused, realising he should seriously have given Leonard more of a heads up about this place. "Stay close to me. If you see anyone move, run for it. Just... just go outside and wait for me."
It might sound like an over-reaction but it was honestly the best advise he could give about this place. Hopefully no one was in but it was hard to tell.
"Contrary instructions," Leonard pointed out, deciding to go with the first instruction and thus sticking close to Mick. He didn't mind how the place looked, not as if he expected anything else or as if this turned out to be particularly shocking. He simply smiled and put his hands into his pocket, more amused than distraught by how nervous Mick seemed to be. It was pretty funny. "Relax. I promise, I will stick to your side."
"Hey." By way of greeting, as Leonard crawled through Mick's open window, as he was wont to do. A lot safer than risking running into either of his parents, anyway. He had a backbag slung over his shoulders and as he swung both legs over the windowsill, sitting back on it, his unusual outfit became apparent. White shirt, blue blazer and slacks, the right kind of shoes and a proper tie.
School uniform. That was new. "What do you think?"
"Oh my God, you giant nerd." What the hell was Leonard doing dressed up all school boy? That was kind of, it was sort of, well-- huh. "Is this some kinda school boy kink you're trying out cause it's kinda hot." And he does appreciate that. Still, he raises an eyebrow, trying to work out what was going on. Didn't Leonard go to his school? "Why are you dressed up?"
Mick say upright on his bed, lazily scratching the back of his head, his hair all messy and bedheaded.
A voice drifted through the hallway as Hartley got his books out of his locker in the semi empty hallway. Yes, there was a disembodied voice talking to Hartley. Or so it seemed. Barry knocked almost politely on his own locker door, from the inside, trying to peer through the slats at the person making the noise on the otherside. At least he thought it was Hartley. It was kind of hard to tell, he didn't have good visual range. "...How's it going?"
"Better than you." Just a wide guess he ventured. Hartley stepped up to Barry's desk, leaving the books he'd been about to get in his own locker. This wasn't exactly the most surprising turn of events. He'd never really understand how Barry attracted this much bullying, he was a smart boy and he was pretty good-looking too, there really wasn't any reason he couldn't be popular, with a sweet personality and a bright smile like his. Hartley liked him. Maybe a bit too much. "May I help you?"
"Can I have whip cream too or is all the whip cream in the world yours?" Leonard watched Mick lick whip cream off his fork and made a face of obvious - fake - disgust, shaking his head. "You look so gay."
In his defence, he kind of did. He sighed and leaned back, resigned to not getting much whip cream and so he just watched Mick instead, one arm slung around his leg and the other kicking under the table, gently bumping against Mick's. Also pretty gay.
"You're such a whiny bitch. Fine." He slid some of his cream off his pie and onto Leonard's with a huffy expression because all the whipped cream in the world should be his but then people had to go and be dumb, doing stuff like 'asking' for it. And he had to give it then. He took a mouthful of pie and playfully kicked Leonard's leg. He finally settled for pressing his foot down lightly on top of Leonard's to hold it into place.
"You're always gay." Mick countered, smirking playfully as he shovelled more pie in. "Gayest."
When he saw flames and smoke from roughly the direction of Mick's house, Leonard didn't even consider hesitating. Instead he set out right away, never mind that it was the middle of the night.
Being Mick's partner had instilled the instinct to run toward fire instead of away, even if often to then drag Mick away.
Leonard ended up getting there just as the firefighters did, only instead of heading for the house, he stopped a little way away and, bingo. There was Mick. With the best view. Leonard dropped down next to him, unsure what to say. So he said nothing, but stayed close enough to brush shoulders with him.
"We should go." Whatever happened, he didn't want Mick to be in trouble.
It was beautiful. Despite the sick feeling in his stomach, it was beautiful to watch the fire just rage on, flickering and, every now and again, something blew inside and the fire would expand. Something inside him was nagging at him, this unpleasantness bubbling inside he knew he had to deal with soon but he couldn't unroot himself from where he was. He was set. Moving away from the fire would take him out of the moment and if he left the moment, he had to deal with reality.
He'd have to deal with all that he'd done and he just plain didn't want to.
There was no acknowledging Leonard, his eyes didn't even shift slightly to look at him, there was no moment of pause or consideration, his eyes remained fixed and Mick didn't even break stance. Despite how he sat, he was tense. Rigid. There was no real ease to it, not like how it normally was when he set fires. It didn't feel relaxing.
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"He looks like a thug."
"A cute thug." Just a conversation a group of girls had by their lockers, not that far away from Leonard, who was putting his books into his locker. He wasn't exactly paying attention to them, but him overhearing seemed to be part of the point. All the more reason to ignore them. Instead he pulled out his phone and sent a picture to Lisa, since he had gotten her a phone recently and she liked to take and get pictures most of all. So suddenly, selfies were a thing he did.
But, more importantly, he sent a message to Mick.
How's school?
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Was all Mick sent as he hung out around the back of the school, having a smoke and playing around with his lighter. He knew he should go inside and maybe attend a class or two but movement didn't seem to be happen. He just leaned back, cigarette lazily in one hand, his lighter in the other. He'd recently gotten more and more infatuated with fire, perhaps to even an unhealthy degree. His first arson had been a bit of a lark that got him tossed in juvie but instead of correcting him, he found himself more drawn in by it.
If only he could get a hand on his dad's lighter fluid... that'd be sweet.
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Leonard didn't provide any further explanation, he just waited for Mick to come inside, as he'd told him. He wasn't at school to learn, he doubted they could teach him much, he was here because it was better than his old school for one obvious reason and that reason was Mick. Anything he could share with his partner was suddenly a lot more worth putting up with.
He leaned against his closed locker, phone in hand and his other arm across his stomach. The girls had come over to actually talk to him, but the monosyllables were starting to work.
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Although Lisa says: 'AGAIN'.
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Mick unlocked the door and held it open for Leonard, shutting it behind him before he paused, realising he should seriously have given Leonard more of a heads up about this place. "Stay close to me. If you see anyone move, run for it. Just... just go outside and wait for me."
It might sound like an over-reaction but it was honestly the best advise he could give about this place. Hopefully no one was in but it was hard to tell.
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So just hear me out and I'll say when I'm done, okay? Okay. Good.
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1/ I really dunno buckle up
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Hurry up with your part of this plan, I'm dying out here. Why do we even have to do recon anyway?
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Least going by the amount of whining you do.
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School uniform. That was new. "What do you think?"
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Mick say upright on his bed, lazily scratching the back of his head, his hair all messy and bedheaded.
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A voice drifted through the hallway as Hartley got his books out of his locker in the semi empty hallway. Yes, there was a disembodied voice talking to Hartley. Or so it seemed. Barry knocked almost politely on his own locker door, from the inside, trying to peer through the slats at the person making the noise on the otherside. At least he thought it was Hartley. It was kind of hard to tell, he didn't have good visual range. "...How's it going?"
Well, this was awkward.
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In his defence, he kind of did. He sighed and leaned back, resigned to not getting much whip cream and so he just watched Mick instead, one arm slung around his leg and the other kicking under the table, gently bumping against Mick's. Also pretty gay.
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"You're always gay." Mick countered, smirking playfully as he shovelled more pie in. "Gayest."
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Being Mick's partner had instilled the instinct to run toward fire instead of away, even if often to then drag Mick away.
Leonard ended up getting there just as the firefighters did, only instead of heading for the house, he stopped a little way away and, bingo. There was Mick. With the best view. Leonard dropped down next to him, unsure what to say. So he said nothing, but stayed close enough to brush shoulders with him.
"We should go." Whatever happened, he didn't want Mick to be in trouble.
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He'd have to deal with all that he'd done and he just plain didn't want to.
There was no acknowledging Leonard, his eyes didn't even shift slightly to look at him, there was no moment of pause or consideration, his eyes remained fixed and Mick didn't even break stance. Despite how he sat, he was tense. Rigid. There was no real ease to it, not like how it normally was when he set fires. It didn't feel relaxing.
At least he couldn't hear screaming any more.
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