i'm headed straight for the castle (open post)

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I think I'll take my chances with this kleptomaniac. I have this feeling she just wants to see me naked. She keeps talking all my clothes??

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you may not be entirely wrong

either way, pizza's cold
points off

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Liar.

That's old pizza. The pizza I brought was literally out of the oven two seconds before I took it.

Don't cheat.

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if you want to prove i'm a liar i suppose you'll have to come back and see for yourself

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Ok but I'm not bringing my pizza.

[ gotchu witchy poo. ]

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what are you doing to do, leave it on the sidewalk?

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Do you think I'm an animal?

I'm going to eat it. All by myself.

[ aka barry's going to scoff it down in one damn gulp. ]

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p i g l e t

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P o o h

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bring me my honeypot

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Is that my pet name now?

I like it. *｡⋆ฺ(*´◡`)

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your face looks like melted honey
a little sweet
mostly sad

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[ there is a sign and it says: do not go beyond this point. barry henry allen is sad, and always will be; sometimes he wants to believe no one else can pick up on it if he's smiling brightly. ]

I'm not sad when I'm around you.

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[ oh, he decided to bring #realtalk into this mess. wanda holds her head in her hand for a moment, wondering why he won't just come back in through the window so she can hug him, and also perhaps smash him into a wall with a flick of her wrist for being such a schmoop and making it feel contagious. ]

i'm glad to know this
and - likewise

[ yes, most definitely contagious. ]

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[ it's easier to #realtalk over text than it is face to face. barry can bombard her with a thousand text messages hoping one will be a tangent she latches onto. if they were face to face, he'd most likely chicken out. ]

[ considering he's well-aware his speed and him simply being a speedster is enough of a reminder of her late brother, barry's kind of glad. he can't quite put that into words without acting too schmoopy — and it's like he picks it up now that he's kind of turned their fun conversation on its heel — but he supposes, if she was to try and pick up on the things she does mentally, she'd find him feeling a little warm and liking that she's not sad with him. ]

[ he'd been preparing himself for telling her some very lame jokes otherwise. ]

If my face looks like melted honey, does that make you a bee? I need to know how concerned I have to be about the state of my face.