summer paradise (with you)

[chemistryinmotion]

Rob. You, me, the beach. Let's go. You owe me.

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[chemistryinmotion]

[Wally's mid-laugh just as he's about to open the door and then BAM the smell of about ten freshly baked pizzas slams into his olfactory senses. HELL. YEAH. See this face, Rob? HE'S FUCKING EXCITED.]

Dude, pizza. I think it just got here, too.

[He opens the door and zooms into the kitchen, where ten glorious pizza boxes lay waiting on the table. He grabs an entire box and is already shoving a slice into his mouth as he rounds the corner back toward the front door where he kinda left Rob oops. He holds out the open box, talking with his mouth full.]

Slice?

[asterbatics]

[Robin's just about to comment on the 'awesome pizza!' when KF is gone and then back again, with the pizza.

Great timing, bro.]

Heck yeah. But uh, do I get to come inside first?

[As much fun as eating pizza out on your front porch may be...]

[chemistryinmotion]

No, we're gonna sit on the swing and drink iced tea and pretend we're eighty years old and yell at all the whippersnappers to get off our lawn.

[He rolls his eyes and gives Dick a playful grin.]

Of course you get to come inside, dude. More pizza, Mountain Dew, and ten seasons of Star Trek await us.

[Because, yeah, he's already eaten like half of this one, whoops.]