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You're the best friend a guy could have, Piper.

Well, maybe. I try my best. [ No he doesn't. ]

[ He heads into Mick's living room and sets the beer and boxes of wings on the coffee table. ]

The guy at the corner store said these were the hottest wings you can get in Heropa, and he made me sign a waiver before I could buy them, so I hope they're up to your standards.

[ He has another box of wings of a significantly saner heat level for himself, the two boxes labeled very clearly so as not to mix their contents up. ]

[ Mick whistles. ]

Maybe I'll be able to taste 'em.

[ His mouth twitches. ]

Thanks for coming.

Of course. You'd do the same for me.

[ He shrugs off his messenger bag and jacket, folding his jacket and draping it over his arm. ]

Do you wanna get the gun part out of the way before we start on these wings?

Yeah, it's uh -- I'll get it.

[ Mick climbs up to the loft space to go get his gun, leaving Piper alone in the... not as neat or orderly as it maybe would normally place him and Len normally share. It distinctly looks like Mick certainly hasn't touched any of Len's stuff, even to put it away.

He comes back down with the gun. ]

Here.

[ Piper hasn't exactly been by to visit since Mick moved in with Len, preferring to meet elsewhere when he and Mick hang out, on account of how poorly he and Len get along most of the time, but it's still easy to guess that this isn't the normal state of things.

When Mick returns with the gun, Piper takes it and tucks it away inside his bag. Out of sight, out of mind. ]

I'm glad you texted me, Mick.

Yeah.

[ It comes out a little flat though. He takes a breath, putting the cheerfulness back in his tone with a concentrated effort. ]

Well, put your stuff anywhere, it don't matter. Settle in.

[ He sets his bag and jacket aside and settles onto the couch. ]

Sure. Wanna put something on while we eat? I think there's game tonight, but I haven't really followed any teams here.

[ Normally, he'd suggest a Russian To Love You rewatch, but with all the cross-universe imPort love stories they've both read based on it, that doesn't really seem like the hottest idea right now. ]

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Yeah, just ain't the same. How you supposed to root for Keystone to wipe out Gotham if their teams ain't here?

[ He has, essentially, a similar train of thought regarding Russian to Love You -- but rather, now that he's in the position of half the fanfics about it, it's a lot less appealing. ]

Got this new flick, action. Lotsa explosions. Think it was called, uh, Assignment Improbable, something something.

No kidding. Kansas doesn't have any pro teams to root for in this world, it's weird. Anyway, sure, I could be up for explosions.

[ If Mick's in the burn things down mood enough to have called Piper to come take his gun away, who knows, maybe some on screen fire will help. He cracks open a beer, leaving the rest of the 6-pack on the table for Mick to help himself to. ]

Who's in it?

[ And Mick very much does help himself, grabbing a can and the remote. ]

Tom Voyage and... Philip Seifer Coffman? Even the celebrities here are weird...

Y'know, you'd think after more than year of living here, there wouldn't be anything left to be surprised by...

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tom voyage. i'm dying you've killed me