standing in a monsoon of cool, time will tell

[arsiento]

WHO: ❝ EL DIABLO ❞ and LEONARD SNART.
WHERE: Some place with coffee.
WHEN: Following this.
WHAT: Aftermath to a misfire.
WARNINGS: Will ETA/mark as necessary.


[ Diablo's first instinct upon receiving Leonard's text had been, of course, to either ignore it or dismiss it, but by the time the conversation progressed further he at least didn't actively regret not doing so. It came as more relief than insult that the texts hadn't been meant for him to begin with, too, because it meant Diablo also didn't have to worry about some extra unseen agenda behind the conversation.

Assuming that part was true, anyway, but he's fine with doing so. For all Diablo's general distrust and wariness, he's too apathetic to be paranoid, but while maybe he'll never have a normal life, for now, he needs to do something to make the time pass.

And sometimes it's just nice to go out someplace and get coffee when you have the freedom to actually do so, and Len at least doesn't seem too obnoxious so far. Diablo shows up not long after he's texted the address, holding his jacket slung over his shoulder, then without a word sits down next to Len once he locates him. ]

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I WON'T BE THIS SLOW AGAIN (like a glacier, get it?)

[catchacold]

[The whole mess with the network keeps being somewhere between hilarious and annoying. Leonard looks up from his phone at Diablo, sitting with one foot propped up on the seat, iced coffee already in front of him. Might as well be thematic today.]

I've been high-fived by Harley Quinn because she got a picture of me she wasn't meant to see. How's your day going?

[Makes 'Hey, firebug' pale a bit in comparison, he hopes.]