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[boilover]

I'm getting real tired of getting dumped in strange places against my will. I don't like it.

[There's a low, dangerous growl of disapproval and the expression on Mick's face is not a pretty one. It's somewhat reminiscent of an angry bull. This was the second time in God knows how many days that Mick Rory has found himself stranded somewhere new and different, unsure what the hell is happening. It's not a good feeling. It didn't inspire much good will.

Though this is a definite improvement over the last place. For one, there's food. For another, he gets a free smart phone to yell at people over and voice his anger. Not bad. Though he did kind of think they went a little overboard with the white. What was with all the decorations anyway? This better not be like some low rent Christmas Town cause honestly, that sounded a lot like hell.]

You got five minutes to convince me not to torch this place to the ground cause I ain't in the mood to play nice right now. Somebody start talking. [The words come out as an angry snarl, teeth barred. He's not a happy bunny.]

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[projected]

...We've met once before, but it seems you haven't experienced it yet. You would quickly remember me otherwise.

[Eobard enjoys making good first impressions, and what's better than entering the Waverider undetected and causing havoc?]

[boilover]

So you're a colossal dick then?

[Mick knows that this guy could also be memorable for saving his life or something but just judging from the way he is and the way this whole talking is going, he was some kind of memorable asshat, probably.]

Or did we just spend a magical night together that just slipped my mind?

[projected]

Sorry to disappoint, but you're hardly my type. [A crushing fact, he is sure.] The last time we met, you were trying to kill me. It didn't work out for you.

[boilover]

Same, obnoxious assholes aren't usually mine either. [Though he has been known to make exceptions there. Only once, look how it ended] Really? See, now, if I was in your shoes and we had a fight, I'd say I won no matter what really happened.

So why should I trust what you say?

[projected]

How shrewd. You don't have any reason to trust what I say, and I don't have any desire to convince you. But if I did lose, I wouldn't even want to bring it up in a conversation.

[boilover]

You could bring it up under the assumption I'd think like that? Honestly, we could literally go in a loop like this, smartass. I ain't never gonna buy this no matter how you spin it.

I bet I kicked your ass.

[projected]

[He pauses, a little annoyed with the stubbornness, but lets it go. He knows how it turned out, and so he has no reason to be frustrated. He knows that he wins and this man's ignorance to that fact begins to fill him with a bit of glee.]

A nice thought to protect your ego. Ignorance can be bliss. You'll understand eventually - if you ever leave this place, that is.

[boilover]

I doubt it. If you can kick my ass so easily, honestly, I'd like see you try.

[There's a cocky smirk on his face because no, wrong or not, Mick was stubborn. Insanely stubborn. And he was just going to stick to his guns on this once. Besides, maybe he could bait a fun reaction.] If you're strong, you're free to prove it. Any time.

[projected]

Any time? ...In that case, I'll leave you in suspense as to when I strike. Hope it won't be inconvenient for you.

[boilover]

Mysterious. You do that.

Just try not to sneak up on me when I'm in the nude or we're both in for an awkward time. [Not that he has any shame in that area, just doesn't sound too appealing.] Surprises me, asshole.