Monthly Rogues Catchall: August Edition

[socialactivillain]

WHO: The Rogues + Others
WHERE: Heropa 20, and elsewhere
WHEN: The month of August
WHAT: Just rogues bein dudes. What's better than this?
WARNINGS: Puns.

(Open post for all roguenanigans.)

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[airshow]

[ Don't say it, James. Don't do it. Just keep your mouth shut, just this once. ]

Is that an invitation?

[ Damn it. ]

[pyrogue]

To hell with this. I'm done.

[ He wipes his hands clean of it and raises them exasperation. Before promptly turning around, un-tucking his romance novel from his armpit, reentering the ball pit room and slamming the door.

It's a few minutes before he realizes reading a romance after that whole conversation didn't exactly make him wash it from his memory. ]

[catchacold]

Sure, Tricks. Come and suck my popsicle.

[His voice has the same drawl as always, so what does one even make of that? Either way, Leonard turns and walks in the direction of the kitchen, where he was headed originally.]

[airshow]

Does that line usually work?

[ He prances after Len, but inside, he is very much screaming. ]

[catchacold]

[While Leonard opens the door to get himself a beer, he turns to raise an eyebrow at James. He opens the bottle on the counter and takes a sip as he closes the fridge again, moving to lean against it, his free hand curled around the opposing hip.]

Any line works for me.

[airshow]

[ James raises an eyebrow right back, since that's the game they're apparently playing. ]

I don't think you've tested that. [ He fishes a watermelon wine cooler out of the fridge, peering at him over the door. ] I doubt you've tried the popsicle line on real people.

[catchacold]

You're a real person and you just followed me.

[Just saying, Trixie.]

But I don't use lines. Ain't my style.

[airshow]

Some people prefer to think of me as a figment of their imagination. It helps them get through the day.

[ Sippin' on that wine cooler... ]

And no, no, it doesn't seem like your style. You're more of the kinda guy who likes to let his aura of mystery do the work for him.

[catchacold]

My imagination's better than that.

Is it working on you?

[What? It's a legitimate question.

Or he's trolling. Hard to tell.]

[airshow]

[ Then he'll answer legitimately! ]

I don't think you'd want to know if it was.

[catchacold]

Eh. I know it's not.

[Almost as if he has experience with these types of situations.]

You'd flail more.

[airshow]

[ You wily devil. ]

Got me there.

[catchacold]

Suck a popsicle and, tip for the future?

[He leans forward, this is vital information.]

Blow things before you put them in your mouth.

[airshow]

[ James has a dilemma here. There's no way to leave this conversation without feeling like he's lost, somehow, even though there really isn't anything to lose. He needs to make an exit, but he needs to make a good exit. An exit that says "ha ha ha, you didn't win," but subtly. With class. With poise.

He has a thought. ]

Thanks for the, uh, friendly advice. [ He has the decency to look wide-eyed and shocked (half-genuine; not difficult) but the stammer is a little thing thrown in there for flavor. Just to make him seem realistically startled. ]

[airshow]

[ Then, of course, he grins. ]

Buddy.

[ And that's when he leans in, quick as a guy who used to go toe to toe with the Scarlet Speedster himself, and gives Cold a kiss on the cheek. ]

[airshow]

[ And with that, he bolts from the room like a man being chased by a polar bear. ]