Gentle isn't Leonard's thing. Leonard doesn't take care of people, and he sure as hell doesn't baby them. Leonard looks out for number one. Anyone who argues that fact is asking to be made into an ice-sculpture before they ruin his street cred.
"Yeah, you can say *thank you* for that. I know I'm cute and all, but you were gonna kill yourself just to keep cuddling. I'm not into corpses. Dead, you're of zero value to me. Alive, well..." Len squints at him, the corner of his mouth twitching against a smirk.
"I can think of a few practical uses."
Flirting is something he does, and it's far more comfortable than wearing what he's really feeling on the outside. Truth is, no one wants to hear that shit. Nobody like a sob-story if it doesn't involve lost kittens or happy endings. People say they do, because it makes them feel good to pretend to be a good person, but the minute you're more effort than ego-boost, they're off to the next charity case.
Talking to Kabal is the closest Len's gotten to honest since he arrived.
Even now, he can't quite keep up that mask of feigned indifference. It's just so much goddamn effort, and Kabal is in no state to give a fuck.
"Yeah, I'm loving this. Exactly how I wanted to spend my night. Being choked out by a half-dead dude, and wrestling him into the bathtub while he flails like a big, muscular baby." If Len rolled his eyes any harder he would give himself a seizure. Still, he checks the temperature of the water with one hand and Kabal's skin with the either.
Slowly, slowly, Kabal's finally chilling the fuck out.
"Listen, you're the only guy here who isn't a total square, and I might need a big, stupid bastard like you to have my back if I get myself in a bind with the goody-goody's." He punctuates the sentence by booping Kabal's masked snoot with a cool smile.
"Don't tell me you wouldn't love a reason to fight people. Especially since this reason is so hot he's cold, and might bang you."
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"Yeah, you can say *thank you* for that. I know I'm cute and all, but you were gonna kill yourself just to keep cuddling. I'm not into corpses. Dead, you're of zero value to me. Alive, well..." Len squints at him, the corner of his mouth twitching against a smirk.
"I can think of a few practical uses."
Flirting is something he does, and it's far more comfortable than wearing what he's really feeling on the outside. Truth is, no one wants to hear that shit. Nobody like a sob-story if it doesn't involve lost kittens or happy endings. People say they do, because it makes them feel good to pretend to be a good person, but the minute you're more effort than ego-boost, they're off to the next charity case.
Talking to Kabal is the closest Len's gotten to honest since he arrived.
Even now, he can't quite keep up that mask of feigned indifference. It's just so much goddamn effort, and Kabal is in no state to give a fuck.
"Yeah, I'm loving this. Exactly how I wanted to spend my night. Being choked out by a half-dead dude, and wrestling him into the bathtub while he flails like a big, muscular baby." If Len rolled his eyes any harder he would give himself a seizure. Still, he checks the temperature of the water with one hand and Kabal's skin with the either.
Slowly, slowly, Kabal's finally chilling the fuck out.
"Listen, you're the only guy here who isn't a total square, and I might need a big, stupid bastard like you to have my back if I get myself in a bind with the goody-goody's." He punctuates the sentence by booping Kabal's masked snoot with a cool smile.
"Don't tell me you wouldn't love a reason to fight people. Especially since this reason is so hot he's cold, and might bang you."