log: flash/felicity hang at the lab
"If he was at full strength, he'd latch onto you." Flash said and he always had this way of talking about Reaper like he was not only his best friend but also a wild animal only Flash really understood. Reaper wasn't evil, but he wasn't perfect either and latching onto a human without the suit in-between was better than the glob he was now. On cue, Reaper made some clicking sounds from under the water and Flash grinned over his shoulder at the alien.
"He says hi. Most people wouldn't come near the fucking tank if they saw what he could do in person." Flash was impressed, too. Felicity was pretty fucking fearless sometimes, though. At least as far as Flash was concerned. He stood up with a grunt and he turned his hat around so the brim was backwards. He walked over to the science table, picked up two test tubes and joined Felicity back at the tank.
"Pour em up, red." Flash held the tubes out and flashed her one of his dudebro smiles.