Friggin gang bangers. Mick was entertained by the new kid, by Snart. He didn't seem to actively avoid him or look at him like he was ten kinds of fucking crazy. Maybe he didn't know his whole story. Who cares? He was pretty. He was interesting. It was some way to pass the time.
But as Mick rounds the corner, hearing raised voices and catching sight of Snart on the ground, his world swims red.
No. Mine.
And with that Mick charges in, furious and swinging with pure anger until he's standing over Snart, chest heaving and knuckles bruised. No. Nobody messes with Snart. Not on his watch.
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Date: 2018-03-04 01:57 am (UTC)Mick was entertained by the new kid, by Snart. He didn't seem to actively avoid him or look at him like he was ten kinds of fucking crazy. Maybe he didn't know his whole story. Who cares? He was pretty. He was interesting. It was some way to pass the time.
But as Mick rounds the corner, hearing raised voices and catching sight of Snart on the ground, his world swims red.
No.
Mine.
And with that Mick charges in, furious and swinging with pure anger until he's standing over Snart, chest heaving and knuckles bruised. No. Nobody messes with Snart. Not on his watch.