#frigidandsharp

So in the end, it’s 16 minutes and he’s a little indignant about it. 

One stop at the apartment; getting the outfit on was fine but Boomerang suddenly decided it was time to Play and it took a hot minute to push the snoot far enough away from the mirror so he could close the ‘door’ and carry on. 

When he was actually looking for the final exit though, things went a lot smoother. By the power of phone maps updating every time he popped an arm out of the mirrors to see how far he was and snapping back in once directions were given, the actual hunt took maybe 6 minutes. Now all he had to do once he had the building’s front door in sight and mentally marked, it was time to rewind aaaaaaall that and--

Len didn’t even get a knock before an orange and green blur was all but stumbling out the bathroom mirror with a crash. He really needs to learn to get better at that.

[Insert “I know this and I love you” gif here.]

’m not the boss of either of you technically. just don’t trash the house. or bar.

[After making sure James and Hartley knew where he would stay, Mark packed his few new things and went to the hideout to put them into his new room. It was a strange feeling, not living in his very own place, but... it was good enough. Maybe it was even better than looking for a place for himself alone. It would keep his mind busy, probably, instead of making it easier to brood.

–hey. How you been, kiddo?

“Weeeeell, depends if you’re mad or not.”

      “That parka looks very warm for today’s weather.”

                   ❝ –--- just who i wanted to run into. you got some ice for my drink ? ❞ crimson lips glisten beneath the light of the setting sun, leaning into the balcony selina grins at len knowingly, the party goers around them scattering into their respective cliques as she stands alone, the dark skyline of the city her only company. 

You don’t say.