#tomorrowskids

“Oh, really? So if I search your pockets... I won’t find any of my cash? Not a single Washington?” Her emerald eyes were narrowed downward at her, full of disbelief and disapproval.

“If you’re selling stuff disappear before I turn around, if not then what do you want?” Mick grunts out as he senses the presence of newcomers behind him, he was busy making adjustments to his gun so he wasn’t going to turn around until he was finished.

“If there's a shadow in me, the dark is a tidal wave inside of you.” Thomas reminded cheerfully. He may enjoy stealing, and was quite good at it, but he had never gone bigger than mild pickpocketing a shoplifting. Banks and museums? That was their battleground.

Barry was injured, a fight had happened, and he won. Thankfully. When he heard someone approaching, he let out a warning growl. Stay away, don’t come any closer! The wolf was normally not too aggressive, unless he needed to be. But he wasn’t exactly all that passive either. His wounds heal quickly, but the pain still lingers for a time. He’s not sure if that’s physically or just mentally. Another growl left him as he backed away a little more. 

“Oh. Hey.” He grimaced, finally getting into a sitting position and folding his arms defensively over his chest. “Did you need something?”

“Well, I’d hate to give you the satisfaction. Besides, I have a tendency to not stay dead.”

@bethewhitecanary                   AND IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOOOOOOOOHHYYEEEAAAAHHHHHHHH Another perfect human how lowers themselves to speak to me. So sweet. So kind. *pets in the creepist manner possible*

Len nodded his head with a slight grin. “There isn;t a thing in the world that could ever change that. You know that.”