MASK OR MENACE IC INBOX

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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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cool lay on the juice i wanna ask u something

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okay dude if its about jorge and ketchup painting that was totally a programming accident and im working on it

[because questions normally mean some sort of trouble okay]

are you at the cave or de chima?

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de chima just packing up the last of our crap

whats this
oh noooooo oh no im packing up the chips
oh no theyll get SO DAMAGED in the move if only someone could eat them

i guess itll have to be me just me

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WHAT NO

[And just like that, Bart's pocketing his comm and launching into a sprint. An actual sprint, too. One where his legs are burning and breath's coming short as he vibrates the best he can through the backs of cars, the sides of buildings, beelining towards Virginia and only swerving to avoid moving through people.

He doesn't actually know how fast he's going or how long it takes, but eventually he's zipping up the wall of Wally's place, gritting his teeth as he lurches himself forward and cuts the speed in order to vibrate through the wall on the outside aaaaaaaaand that was actually a mistake since he's sort of overbalancing, yelping, vibrating through the floor to thump into the apartment below theirs, before trying this all again from the front door.

This time he's coming to a stop out of breath and hair blown back, leaning forward on his knees for a second as he tries to keep gulping down oxygen.

You better still have those chips, Wally West.]

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[Crinkle. Just opened the bag. Don't worry, this one is sour cream and onion, this one is his. Though he's pretty impressed with how quick Bart just got here; that's fast. Like that is goddamn fast. He should've time it. With a picosecond watch.]

I wonder if you're that serious about other stuff, or if chips are just your crack. Your personal motivator. Here. [He tosses a bag of white cheddar popcorn at Bart's head.]