MOVED

“If you say so, man,” MR gave up with a dramatic open palmed gesture of his hands. It was much more Elliot speaking in that instance, trying to end the conversation. The Kid was annoyed with him for getting them to come here to begin with. The rapid switching back and forth was why poor Elliot had such a splitting headache and a desire to light up. Elliot rubbed at his head and closed his eyes. The sound of the sporting game above their heads catching his focus, buzzing like the dim lights on the wall. “So who are you rooting for?”  𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚙. 𝚃𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝚃𝚘. 𝙷𝚒𝚖.        𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙽 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝚂𝙾 𝙸 𝙳𝙾𝙽'𝚃 𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝚃𝙾. 𝚆𝚑𝚢??? MR shrugged, sitting where Elliot was so he had to watch him in the mirror behind the bar. It was freaky but he was more used to this now. Swallowing, Elliot decided he’d just let this other man answer. 

Who needs F Society when you can be adopted by the central city Rogues?

“It was your hoodie,” Elliot pointed out, sly grin tugging at his lips as he slid his hands into the pocket’s of Snart’s hoodie. “Possession is a uniquely human concept. You might have bought this hoodie. Whether it be with stolen funds or not -- is it really yours? All it took was me picking it up. What’s to say it’s not mine now?” This was Elliot’s version of being playful as he rocked a bit side to side in his stolen hoodie. “Are you going to tell me differently? Who says I have to listen to you?”

“Would it work better if I told you that you’re the only one I’ve used it on?” He asked, brow raised before he grinned. If there was any doubt in Daniel’s mind that ‘Elliot’ was hitting on him, it would be getting much clearer now. MR took the offered hand and gave him a firm handshake. 𝙳𝙰𝙽𝙸𝙴𝙻. 𝙽𝙾 𝙻𝙰𝚂𝚃 𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙴. 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃'𝚂 𝙵𝙰𝙸𝚁 𝙸 𝙳𝙸𝙳𝙽'𝚃 𝙶𝙸𝚅𝙴 𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝙴𝙸𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙱𝚄𝚃 𝙸 𝙳𝙴𝙵𝙸𝙽𝙸𝚃𝙴𝙻𝚈 𝙽𝙴𝙴𝙳 𝚃𝙾 𝙶𝙴𝚃 𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝙾𝙵𝙵 𝙷𝙸𝙼 𝚂𝙾𝙼𝙴𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴 𝚃𝙾𝙳𝙰𝚈. 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙺𝙸𝙳 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴𝚂 𝚃𝙾 𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙺 𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙾 𝙿𝙴𝙾𝙿𝙻𝙴. 𝙳𝙰𝙼𝙽 𝙽𝙴𝙰𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙰𝙿𝙴𝚄𝚃𝙸𝙲 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙷𝙸𝙼. MR pulled his hand back to slip into the pockets of his Elliot’s hoodie. He pursed his lips for a brief moment, wondering if Elliot would be annoyed with him for getting friendly with someone. There was no stressful situation keeping him here. MR knew Elliot would be getting control back at some point, maybe it was best he dialed down the talkative, people person thing. Dial up the awkwardness a bit? MR let out a breath like he was nervous, channeling a bit of Elliot’s anxious energy. “Sorry -- uh tell me if I am being too forward. I’m not that great with people. --- but hey, I really am starving. Where do you suggest we go?”