[Well, Rip can't exactly say he's shocked to see Leonard show up at his door, no more than he can say he's pleased or infuriated or any other bloody thing. Of course his choice would've been to be left alone, but even if he could say as much there's a strong likelihood Leonard won't respect it. So please, come in. The furniture is comfortable enough, at least for being what Wonderland provides in any unoccupied room. There are certain additions, however, though none truly personal. Leonard already knows the origin of the Waverider model. In addition are shelves, covered in bits and bobbles, attempts Rip's made to pull out assorted pieces of technology from the closet. By this point he's well aware the best he can get are parts, and nondescript ones at that.
Still, it's a start--one of many, judging by the amount of items visible in the room.
He turns to level Leonard with a look when the man struts in, shockingly in no mood to provide further entertainment. He's working on how he might actually effectively tell Leonard to piss off when the man actually comes right out and says what's wrong--with Rip, anyway.
He pauses for a moment, considering, before he nods. It is exactly like that, and so much worse.
It's enough to prompt Rip to turn towards Leonard, at least some of that earlier rage dissipating. Such a simple and satisfying thing it is to be understood. The mention of charades earns an arched eyebrow; he knows of the game, and he also sees where Leonard might be going with this.
What he's yet to decide is if he truly wants to attempt it.]
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Still, it's a start--one of many, judging by the amount of items visible in the room.
He turns to level Leonard with a look when the man struts in, shockingly in no mood to provide further entertainment. He's working on how he might actually effectively tell Leonard to piss off when the man actually comes right out and says what's wrong--with Rip, anyway.
He pauses for a moment, considering, before he nods. It is exactly like that, and so much worse.
It's enough to prompt Rip to turn towards Leonard, at least some of that earlier rage dissipating. Such a simple and satisfying thing it is to be understood. The mention of charades earns an arched eyebrow; he knows of the game, and he also sees where Leonard might be going with this.
What he's yet to decide is if he truly wants to attempt it.]