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[flynnitomite]

Now that we're getting all cozy and settled in here, it has occurred to me that I'm without some of my kit from back home, and I'm starting to feel a little naked without it.

I'm thinking of doing a little DIY to rectify that, so if anyone would be a dear and is willing to part with:

- windshield wipers
- hose clamps
- old brassieres (underwire only)
- a propane torch
- pliers
- a grinder

I'd be grateful and maybe even inclined to owe you a favour.

EDIT:

A GUN WOULD BE NICE TOO :)))

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[flynnitomite]

[He's well and truly engrossed in creating the peaks and valleys needed for this variety of pick, so her attention goes unnoticed until she clears her throat.]

Something on your mind, darling?

[He doesn't look up, remaining focused on his craft.]

[tearsinajar]

No. Or yes. I'm just trying to work out how this is happening.

[ Best to go back to the bra and wires, digging the blade into the fabric, picking at the threads. ]

[flynnitomite]

Well you see, the file scrapes away the material I don't want and using that I can create the shape I want.

[He is being entirely facetious.]

[tearsinajar]

I get that. But you know what I'm really talking about here, Harry.

[flynnitomite]

[He keeps working at the pick, sanding at the valleys, not lifting his gaze.]

I dunno then. If I had to guess I'd say morbid curiosity on your part?

[tearsinajar]

[ Elena pushes out a sigh and finishes off her beer. ]

In a way, yeah. But you asked for help and...neither of us should be surprised I'm here, helping you.

[flynnitomite]

Wondering why I haven't tried to kill you, then?

[His eyes flick up at her this time as he says "kill you," trying to feel out how afraid of him she is.]

[tearsinajar]

You'd be stupid to try.

[ She meets his glance, holds it for however long he lets it linger. She means it— each of his limbs would have a name to it, reserved for the slaughter.

Elena quirks a brow and leans forward, giving her bottle a little shake as her smile is tight. She could use another.

Wordlessly, it's slid towards him. ]

[flynnitomite]

[He raises an eyebrow when she slides the bottle over. Now that's a nice little ballsy move he hadn't seen coming. Brash. Confident. In a way reminiscent of a certain other woman he would have expected to be having beers with and using thief alchemy to turn bras into lockpicks.

Pretty hot, really.

He chugs the rest of his drink and gets to his feet.]

Coming right up then, sweetheart.

[He winks and wanders over to the bar, returning shortly thereafter with more crappy beer. He wordlessly places her drink in front of her.]

[tearsinajar]

[ By the time he returns with the craptastic beer, Elena's wiggled out the last wire. The razor is set aside and she's got her mangled bras folded up while she waits. ]

Thanks.

[ He's buying her shitty booze and she's helping him, again. What the hell is wrong with her? The thought sits like a sour patch kid candy gone bad at the back of her throat. Even the beer can't help push the taste away. Still, she keeps trying. ]

So...

[flynnitomite]

Yyyes? No need to be cagey, sweetheart.

[Flynn smiles, takes a hearty swig of his beer, and gets right back to work. The rake has taken shape, something of a metal squiggle, and he's intent on polishing it smooth.]

[tearsinajar]

[ She gives him a look from under her brows, a deadpan one, and takes a long sip before bothering with replying. ]

I'm hardly being cagey, Harry.

[flynnitomite]

You seem like you've got something to say, is all.

[He pauses and laughs to himself, mirthlessly.]

But then I'm told I'm a bad judge of character so what do I know, eh?

[tearsinajar]

It's more like I don't know what to say.

[ Another long swallow of beer before she holds the bottle in both hands, right ring finger picking with the nail at the edge of her wedding ring. ]

I don't know much about you.

[flynnitomite]

[His eyes are fixed on his work and he misses that detail yet again.]

I'm more or less exactly what it says on the tin, my dear.

[tearsinajar]

And that's, what, living the life of a thief? I'm sure there's more there, you just aren't sharing.

[flynnitomite]

Dashing and intelligent thief, thank you very much. But yeah that's pretty much it.

[He shrugs, incredulous.]

[tearsinajar]

Well I'm so glad for how informative this talk with you was. Really appreciate it.

[flynnitomite]

I can spice it up a bit if you like and tell you I learned this from a thieves' guild in Patagonia if you like.

[He doesn't even make an effort to make it seem like it could remotely be true.]

[tearsinajar]

Were you an exclusive member? I didn't think thieves' guilds were still a thing.

[flynnitomite]

[Dryly.]

Ever since I was a foundling child.

[tearsinajar]

You mean still wobbling around in diapers? Cute.

[flynnitomite]

That was me, a regular baby burglar. "Baby burglar," now that's a nice bit of alliteration, isn't it?

[tearsinajar]

It's a different take on robbing the cradle.

[flynnitomite]

[He wrinkles his knows and leans back, groaning. It is, after all, the proper response to a pun.]

Oh, that's terrible.