Still no ownage
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"Love"
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"God, you're so beautiful," Wally sighed. He sat at the island in the kitchen and gazed dreamily across the counter. His eyes were half-lidded and slightly hazy, suggesting to a person, especially those not trained in caring for a speedster, that he was under the influence.
"I know this is rather sudden, but I think I might be falling for you," the dopey grin on his face grew slightly as he crossed his arms and propped his chin against his wrist. His eyes stayed fixed to the same place.
"Please, don't speak. Let me explain!" he started, his voice almost panicky despite his relaxed demeanor. His head popped up and his hand shot out in the international gesture to stop. "You came in and you immediately...commanded the room. You're just so great. Geez...I mean you're so stylish and up to date; so...avante garde. Every one's already jealous, but you should just ignore them! They don't matter."
"You and I are the only ones that matter, Beautiful," Wally purred, leaning over the counter slightly as though he believed himself to be irresistible in such a pose.
"What the heck are you doing, Baywatch?" the screeching voice behind him ruined the room's ambiance that Wally had worked so hard to build up.
"Artemis, get out please. The adults are having a conversation," Wally whined over his shoulder, his eyes still not moving. His voice dropped back to the 'seductive purr', which to Artemis sounded like a eighty year old woman with a hoarse throat. "Ignore her, babe. She's nobody."
"The adults? Who are you..." Artemis murmured to herself, trailing off as she followed Kid Flash's gaze. Once she had settled on the object of his affections, she shot him a flat look (his back didn't even notice) and turned to yell down the hallway that her teammates were walking down in their direction.
"Guys hurry up! Wally's sweet talking the new refrigerator again! If you don't get in here soon, we might have some molestation charges from Kenmore by the time Bats gives us another mission!"
We all know he would.