[indent][u][b]February 7th; 1:31 PM
Lycus Dorm, University of Poseidonis, Atlantis[/b][/u][/indent]

[color=orangered]"You do [i]not[/i] get to extol me about your own common sense right now."[/color] Mal replied curtly. [color=orangered]"You lost that luxury about ten minutes ago."[/color]

Lowering his hands to the desk he was leaning on, where they almost immediately began tapping against it's steel frame to the habitual tune of some beat he'd long forgotten the origin of, Mal cast another glance to the side, eyeballing Virgil through the wall again and weighing his options. 

Part of him wanted to go out there, grab the guy by the collar and drag him in here for this kind of talk.

Another, more rational part of his psyche reminded him that a walking, talking tesla coil was not exactly the most [i]subtle[/i] thing to bring to the table in a situation like this, where they didn't necessarily want to advertise with big neon signs [I]'HEY, EVERYBODY! [B]THE BIG DAMNED HEROES ARE HERE!'[/b][/i] if they wanted to find a lead they could pursue later.

...And another, quieter part of him was still just a little pissed that one of his closest friends hadn't spared a single thought of caution before wantonly foraging through his belongings with someone he barely knew.

What if they had actually [i]found[/i] something? Sure, Virgil didn't care much about who knew about his gifts, [i]but someone like Mal didn't exactly have that luxury, dammit.[/i]    

Knitting his eyes shut and taking a long, controlled breath, the Watchdog of Bludhaven finally spoke.

[color=orangered]"Okay. This is how we're gonna do this..."[/color]