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[shrinkage]

Raise your hand if you think it's unfair for Wonderland to yank you back in mid-event.

[ the video is framed far enough away that you can actually see ray raise his hand to his own question. vigorously. think back to that kid in your class who had to hold up their raised hand with their other arm. were you that kid? yeah, bet you were.

ray grins and shrugs. ]

I guess Wonderland doesn't really do fair, huh? Either way, I'm back! What'd I miss?

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[shrinkage]

[ ray isn't sure he's heard mick say so many words in one sitting before, but that's not what keeps his mouth shut. he speaks pure acceptance-- there's no quid pro quo involved, no proselytizing about what's better. this is the world he lives in, and ray can with see it that way or... well, they'll still be friends. they'll just not agree.

that's what ray hears, anyway. and between those words is the idea that maybe he's doing the thing he feels other people do to him. it's only a survival tactic, yelling about what you think is right louder than other people do. maybe he should try it mick's way. not like before, not in an attempt to fill shoes. but maybe to find a pair that fits better. ]

Outsiders. [ he chews on the word for a moment, frowning at the way he instinctually bucks it. most of his life, that had never been an acceptable route for him. it's a small sliver of light now-- not something he thinks he can jump into, but. would his life had been better if he'd been able to follow the path of an outsider? ray nods, a decision made.

then he grins that warning grin-- not the mask of a man forcing his light against the shadows, but of honest excitement. ]

OK. Team Outsiders!

[boilover]

We ain't a team in the conventional sense so don't get too excited.

[He's not about to wear team jackets and have team slumber parties and hang all the time but he just felt it might chill Ray out to know they were on the same level... though saying that, he already regrets everything.]

Don't make me regret this, haircut. We're good. Don't ... ungood it.

[He forgets the word... ruin? Destroy? One of those.] And don't get all up in Snart's space telling him about our little team cause he'll end up socking you in the jaw and I'll have to deal with the fall out.

[shrinkage]

I wasn't!

[ he protests, and it's his too-loud voice. still not loud enough to drown out all the potential secret handshakes he's making up. ]

I promise. I won't even talk much over beer, OK?

[ he means he'll try. he'll fail, but the effort will be there. ]

[boilover]

Yeah. Right.

[Mick hates himself. He hates himself and he regrets everything and he knows EXACTLY what Leonard is gonna say later but...]

Then I guess we're going for a beer. Let's do this thing.