Wontons and Great Company
Steph’s sudden jerk and her gasp caused Barry to startle. He coughed, putting his can down for once, the odd feeling in his throat causing him to continue to cough. With a sigh he offered her a somewhat dirty glare, mainly teasing, a stray hack or two escaping. “I’ll — I’ll make you damn straight if you keep it up,” he threatened, realizing how stupid it sounded once it came out of his mouth, before snickering and sinking back into the couch.
#((so are we going on the not much time rp and saying he knows about the injury or what?))
Name's Barry. I'm eighteen and the son of the goddamn Flash... but that doesn't make me quick on my feet. Maybe you'll see me around - but I'm not making any promises.|
Current Magic Anon: None.
((Independent Teen Titans next gen Flinx OC, but will RP with anyone. Occasionally NSFW))
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