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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]

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.

[tearsinajar]

I have my moments, what can I say.

[flynnitomite]

Yeah, I guess you do.

[He glances down at the nearly finished rake and back at her with a pang of ... something. She's an alright girl, the kind who shouldn't have gone poking her nose into the business that blew up in her face.

He drags his thumb over his handiwork, feeling for rough edges where they shouldn't be, and sanding them off.]

[tearsinajar]

[ It's such a shame that they never got off on a good foot at the start of everything, until now. She'd had her reasons. This just wasn't something she'd expected. ]

And now you know.

[ But all of that will change, when they go home. ]

[flynnitomite]

[He gives the rake one last check. Smooth. Reasonably sturdy. It's been years, but he hasn't lost his touch. Not bad for a first draft.]

Oi, Blondie. Happy birthday.

[He slides his handiwork across the table toward Elena.]

[tearsinajar]

What?

[ Oh. Oh, he'd remembered. That's just... Wow, okay.

Elena hesitates before reaching to accept the gift, half wondering what comes with it. What his motives are. ]

I didn't think that was why we were coming here...