[Yondu, in turn, props his foot up on a broken chunk of relief laying in the corridor. As he thinks about it he picks at his too-sharp teeth with a sliver of wood (possibly an actual toothpick), that he eventually flicks away.]
50/50. I can live with that. [So long as he doesn't get double-crossed. Which he indicates with a gesture from his own face towards Snart's.]
[He tips the piece of rubble with his foot to get a good look at the figures on it. There is a door. Probably a hint, but honestly there's fuck all that can be made of it now. Wierd proportions these people had going for their art.]
[Abandoning it, he heads over to one side of the door.] You better with numbers or shapes?
[Because the side he's situated on has moving panels. He can take either or though.]
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50/50. I can live with that. [So long as he doesn't get double-crossed. Which he indicates with a gesture from his own face towards Snart's.]
[He tips the piece of rubble with his foot to get a good look at the figures on it. There is a door. Probably a hint, but honestly there's fuck all that can be made of it now. Wierd proportions these people had going for their art.]
[Abandoning it, he heads over to one side of the door.] You better with numbers or shapes?
[Because the side he's situated on has moving panels. He can take either or though.]