MASK OR MENACE IC INBOX

[runningstart]

WALLY WEST
"You've reached the personal voice mail of the Wall-man. The honor is yours! Leave your deets, I'll holla back atcha."
[ BEEP. ]

KID FLASH
"This is the contact for Kid Flash. If it's an emergency, call Robin; he'll know where I am. Otherwise, leave your info and I'll get you back ASAP."
[ BEEP. ]


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( Please specify in tag subject line if the contact is for Wally West or Kid Flash! )

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[performance]

Go to bed, KF. I'm gonna.

[runningstart]

[Wally hesitates.]

Would you uh...can I just throw some blankets down on the floor in your room? I mean, mine's just kind of cluttered and I don't want to clean it up, makes me feel claustrophobic or something.

[performance]

[ He laughs, soft and short and surprisingly relieved. ]

Of course. Mi carpet es su carpet.

[ this is what you missed, wally ]

[runningstart]

Well then yo dormir en su carpet. [stop that. at least conjugate the verb you punk.

Wally grabs his blankets and a pillow off his bed and traipses over to Dick's room behind him, throwing his things on the ground and only vaguely arranging them in some semblance of a shape before throwing himself down and pulling out his comm to fire off a text or two.]

Huh. Now that I think about it we haven't had a sleepover for a while, have we?

[performance]

[ It takes him a minute — time travel is disorienting — but either way, here or back home, it's true. ]

It's been forever. Which is really dumb, circumstances considered.

[ Robin unlatches the clasp on his cape, tossing it over the back of his chair as he starts removing his uniform and getting into his pajamas. Mask comes off last, as always. ]

[runningstart]

Unless passing out on the couch counts. ...does that count when you live in the same house? [wally is pretty sure it doesn't

Either way he's tired and now that he's horizontal on his blankets he's fading fast. He falls asleep like a puppy. Or an infant. Within seconds.]

Glad you're not kidnapped or dead, [he mumbles sleepily into his pillow, hugging it.]

[performance]

You and me both, dude.

[ Dick crawls into bed, stepping over Wally's nest of blankets in the dark. He shifts a few times, trying to get comfortable, and finally settles with his arm dangling off the side of the bed next to Wally's shoulder. He's not sure whether Wally's out or not, but he half-whispers into the dark anyway: ]

... Thanks for missing me.