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- Posted: Sat, 23 Feb 2013 20:24:50 +0000
- Goddammit, why did he even say that he'd tote Rhys around for the day? Right, because most other people wouldn't be able to withstand getting acid dumped all over them. That shirt was in a truly sorry state, a now - smouldering heap on the floor. It wasn't going to be strangling anyone any time soon. Lee still glared at it like it was going to bite him, because for all he knew, it could.
Sentient, mutant, rabid shirts. No big deal or anything.
"Look, you wouldn't have to be just sitting there if you were good in the first place and DIDN'T TOUCH ANYTHING. WHY IS THIS CONCEPT SO DIFFICULT FOR YOU TO GRASP," Lee shouted over his shoulder, wringing his hands around what he was imagining to be Rhys' neck. And if his movements went from wringing to ripping a little bit, you really couldn't blame him.
"This is stupid, and you keep breaking things, so FINE. I'll take you out to see the city. But if you get lost, we're never going out again, you understand me?" Lee glared hard, hauling Rhys up by the scruff of his collar. And maybe he shook him a little bit too, just to make sure his message got across. "I might just let that s**t burn too, if I were you guys." He made a vague gesture to the shirt that...couldn't really be called a shirt any more. It was even still sluggishly smoking.
"Let me grab something to wear from upstairs, since you so considerately BURNED my shirt with ACID. And look, I even won't drop you down the ******** elevator shaft this time. Look at how ******** magnanimous I'm being here for you, Rhys." Hey, you'd be less than happy too if you had acid poured on you. At least Lee was being patient for once. He was only making threats instead of actually going through with them. Someone upstairs (probably the Director) was smiling down at not having to deal with any complaint forms for bodily harm.
They managed to get out the front door of the Octagon with minimal damage, although Rhys did feel the need to pull Lee aside when they passed by this one old scientist, telling him explicitly that Lee should treat him well because he was a groovy scientist. The grooviest scientist ever.
'What the ******** is even going on any more.' Lee just scrubbed a hand over his face and said that he'd make no promises if he was ever stupid enough to get in his way.
Rhys' very serious, puppy dog - esque face may have made him change his response to promising that he wouldn't hurt the "grooviest scientist ever", but that was between him and Rhys.
"Come on, Mr. Not - Getting - Lost, my apartment's this way," Lee said, grabbing after Rhys' collar again. He may have promised at some point upstairs that he would avoid hauling Rhys around on his shoulder like a child, but they didn't agree to hauling around by his collar like a puppy. And he would totally do it, so help him -
Actually, he'd probably be more likely to throw Rhys into oncoming traffic first, but ehhh. Rhys didn't really have to know that or anything.
"Come on, it's, like, right over..." Lee's sentence trailed away as they turned the corner because, wait. He'd never seen that block of buildings before. Or that block. Orrrrrr that one over there. Or that one.
"Professor, if you've got some sort of eidetic memory, speak now and I'll forget you threw acid on my shirt."
Okay, maybe they were a little bit lost now and Lee was desperate enough to ask Rhys for help. Whoops.