metrops | summer paradise (with you)

Geez, geez, okay. Fine.

But only because you go back to school in a week.

[Does he look excited? Dude, he can't possibly look more excited. FIST PUMP!!!]

Yes!

[Oh wait he's trying not to laugh now.] Because dude? You could seriously use some sun. I mean, does Gotham even have natural sunlight?

[At first he just stares blankly but that doesn't last for long. He can't help but snort.]

You're worried about me? Dude, you're the ginger. It's like, genetically programmed in you to burn.

Now do you want to go or not? I would say let's race, but I don't trust you.

Better to get too much sun than not enough. I will gladly accept my ginger fate for a good tan.

[He looks a little hurt, but then it's back to his normal smirkyness.] Come on, Rob, does this look like the face of a cheater? [The answer is yes. Yes it does.]

That involves you getting a tan in the first place.

And yes, yes it does. Now let's go. For a speedster you take freaking forever. [And maybe he is a bit excited about going to the beach, and maybe that's why he's so adamant about leaving, but being excited is Wally's forte. He's just the smart and talented one. Obviously.]

Hey, it could happen. And I bet that'd impress Megan. Girls like tan guys, right?

Well, for a speedster, I know how I'm going to actually get there, but don't tell me I have to carry you. [Trying. Not. To laugh. He just finds this image of carrying Robin hilarious.]

I dunno, man. Why don't you try asking one? Then again, that would involve talking to a girl without word-vomiting. Can you handle the stress?

[Abrupt change in demeanor. Must be a touchy subject, eh Rob?]

You try and carry me and I'll break your face.

Edited 2011-08-15 06:37 (UTC)

Dude! Since when do I word-vomit? I'm perfectly charming during every encounter with a lady. Unless that lady is Artemis, but she doesn't count.

[Uh, whoa. Hands go up in defense.]

Whoa, man, it's called a joke? Geez, I know your bike's probably hiding behind some bush and it can probably read your brainwaves or something so all you have to do is think and it'll be here.

[Okay, lighten the mood, Wally.] Besides, I only carry pretty women.

[Mutters under his breath at the women comment, still a little pissed.] Cause you do an awful lot of that.

[Yeah, well, okay so he over-reacted. He gets it and sighs. Sighs work for apologies, right?]

Yeah, I did park it in the bushes. Hey, there we go. I'll race you on the bike. [He says as he already has the remote starter out and his bike buzzes to life, running to the bushes to jump on] Last one there gets to buy the ice cream. [Zooms off without waiting for Wally to respond.]

[Yeah, uh, how about they not talk about this anymore. Awkward. But, of course, he can't resist a race.]

Dude, you're toast! [Goggles on, he speeds off after Robin. And quickly catches up. Because come on. Speedster.] You're gonna hafta go faster than that if you wanna beat me.

[Yeah no. Bros don't need to talk about crap like that anymore. Over. And when Wally catches up to him? He laughs. That creepy little echo as he waits for the right moment.]

Good thing I don't only have speed on my side, huh? [And then he speeds off again, pressing a button on his right handle-bar to let off a cloud of smoke and marbles. It's not cheating if he wins.]

[Oh, that's not even fair. But that's okay, once Wally's done falling on his ass, he's right back up again and going faster this time. Except the beach isn't that far away and Rob's already there—

Oh crap, oh crap, skidding to a stop, decelerating really sucks. So now he's just looking stupid sitting on his ass in the sand, which is also all over him.]

Not cool, man!

[He laughs, cause really, what else do you do in that situation? Wally looks ridiculous.]

You're buying!

[Getting up now, brushing sand off himself.]

Yeah, yeah. What do you want? I'm not exactly loaded.

[He shrugs, pressing the lock on his keys for his bike and hiding it off in some bushes. Cause he's sneaky like that, and it's kind of ridiculous to have a bike sitting in a parking lot with a big R on it. Not very ninja-like.]

Not really hungry. We can get it later. Want to go grab a spot first?

[Wait, did he just pull a Batman on you? Yes. Except now he's back. With a hot dog. He was hungry okay.]

Sorry. Speedster metabolism. [Chewing. Because he has the best manners.] But yeah. We can get it later. I think I've got enough money left...

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