Not-so-abandoned Warehouse: Saturday

[badassprodigy]

You know, most teenaged boys would most likely spend their Saturdays sleeping in and going to the beach to watch attractive people in their bathing suits.

Barry was spending his time looking at the results of scientists who had "claimed" to map the human genome and laughing at all their inaccuracies.

Barry has different priorities. Sadly.

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[raspberryturk]

Sometimes, Reno just needed to be in the warehouse. If Reno was just being in the warehouse with a box containing a remote-controlled toy helicopter under one arm, well, that was his business, and he'd thank Barry not to ask what he was doing with it as he thumped it down on his own worktable.

"Yo, Rookie." A beat. "Yo, Rookie's new pet coeurl?"

Well, that was new.

"Student, or did you kidnap from the Maryland Zoo?"

[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

"I'm fucking cat sitting for one of the fucking psychos who teaches around here," Barry grumbled as he applies a bandage to yet another scratch. "It should be in a zoo. Fucking thing could use some fucking attention. It's like fucking Meowschwitz in here."

[raspberryturk]

"Gonna assume that's some kind of Earth joke," Reno replied, his tone as easygoing as ever. "You know my next question here is, if the thing is hell-bent on maulin' you, why you're keepin' it out in the open, right?"

It was kind of cute, though. Reno gave the ocelot a thoughtful looking over.

From over here.

[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

"Because I'm probably going to catch shit from everyone if I cage it up," Barry said. "It's okay. I'm working on something to keep it occu-"

The ocelot tried to jump on Barry. Barry jumped back and around and managed to keep from getting scratched. This time.

"-pied."

[raspberryturk]

"I see it's workin' out well for you," Reno mused, poking around the workbench for a few tools. "You want someone to cat-sit your friend there while you figure whatever it is out?"

Because Reno could handle a little ocelot, thanks. But only if his help was wanted and/or appreciated. Otherwise, he'd just be over here, pulling his new toy helicopter from the box.

[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

"Nah. The fucking squirrels will rat me out and Cheryl will find a way to screw me over," Barry said going back to work on what appeared to be robotic arm. "Shouldn't take much long anyway."

[raspberryturk]

"Fair enough," Reno replied, giving the arm thing a curious look. "You gonna wear that thing or something?"

It was an arm. Reno was pretty sure Barry wasn't going to just replace his arm with a metal one, but around here it seemed important to check.

[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

"Nope. Just going to let it be fastened to the work bench here," Barry said. "I'm going to use it to hold a laser pointer and hopefully keep this furry son of a bitch occupied."

[raspberryturk]

Reno... was not completely sure how getting a robot to entertain the cat was any different from getting someone else to do so for a few minutes, but hey, whatever made Barry happy.

Sometimes he wondered if the kid being all fucked up on science juice meant that his common sense was busted.

"Well, that thing points my way, and I'm gonna break its elbow," he decided with a shrug, picking up a screwdriver and starting to open up his helicopter toy. "I made my offer to watch the cat. If it bites me in the ass, we're gonna have words."