i don't think they're that silly. they're? fashionable? ... no. can't see when it's too bright.

that's because it is. i heal. fast. nothing to worry. it's more of an eye thing.

it would look... funny on me. i don't want it to look like swimming goggles.

used to it, but just... trying something new. padding... i haven't tried. i'll see if it works.

// oh god. oh my god. potentially talon's funniest interaction yet ?

tried taking goggles off today. it is doable if i stay away from crowded areas. and if i stay in the dark.

it's getting colder? he wouldn't have noticed. all bundled up.

i am never doing groceries.

what makes phone apps so cocky as to send me notifications telling me to use it. my grocery list app went "you havent made a list in a while!" are you out of your mind. you are a program. why are you speaking to me like youre my equal.

he does as instructed. movement rigid, careful as if everything will break if he makes one wrong move. quietly, he commits every step, every placement to memory. so one day he can do something nice for Wally all by himself. —

// me when i'm normal

// jingle jingle jingle jingle

hoot.

still unfazed. there's only this sense of... something he can't quite place. but he has to make sure that he's okay. there's still some left, but he refrains from pointing it out. "feeling better?"

unflinching. "you still have some on your hair."

// OH NO. PYRO?,

// how do i always gst sleepy when i switch here

Wally?

yawns.

and so is the talon. he chooses to stay close even when he can see in the dim light just fine. better than most, even. "the kettle," he hums and nods, filling up the kettle with water. this is easy, like following an order from—no. Wally is 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨. —

sighs.

// i switched here and got sleepy

➵ ➵ ➵ ➵ ➵ ➵ ➵ ➵ ➵ ➵ ➵ ➵ 𝓒𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐫 𝓗𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐞. ➵ ➵ ➵ ➵ ➵ ➵ ➵ ➵ ➵ ➵ ➵ ➵ “𝘐𝘧 𝘐’𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦... 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘳𝘢𝘮 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥... 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘢𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦... 𝘐’𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺... 𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘬𝘺.”

// THAT NOTIF MADE ME JUMP FROM MY SEAT

it doesn't take a lot for him to be happy—he has been getting better at recognizing positive emotions lately—even now, without the pancakes and with Wally's hand in his, he's already content. if he was a bird, he'd probably be chirping away happily. —

sometimes he can't guess what Wally intends to do. and, more often than not, he thinks Wally does a little more than he deserves. it's too much, but, strangely enough, it never feels suffocating. he'll never admit that he likes it when Wally is paying attention to him. —

the season has changed. hm.

he wanted to thank Wally anyway. it was the least he could do. and he would love nothing more than to stay close to him, even when he knew what the speedster was capable of. "i'll watch," he said. maybe if he watched enough, one day he could surprise Wally with pancakes for breakfast.

You'll be warm again.

"thank you," his voice was quiet, almost shy. "can i help with anything?" Wally did a lot for him and the least that he could do was offer help to make breakfast.

routine. having one sounds good. he only hums and nods in understanding as he listens. "something warm," he requests.

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his lips twitched into an involuntary smile. if Wally said it was okay, then he'd believe it was okay too. "monday is pancake day?" he tilted his head, "i'd like some."

of course that'd scare Wally. he should have climbed down first. "sorry," he said, grimacing. "couldn't sleep. but i'm okay. are you ... ?"

watching. perched on the top of the high bunk bed. "already?"

// PACK IT UP, ROYNELOPE

// deeeeeep breaths

holding a cup of hot tea in his hands. it feels pleasant.

red. drip. drip. drip. down his knuckles to the concrete below. not his. never his. he was always good at evading. his movement lacked grace, but still agile. precise. the other person was only half-dead for the crime he didn't have the chance to commit.

// holy inconsistency with this one, batman

"it's getting colder..."

// that "clean my bellaaayyy" audio is stuck in my head

"oh. if i am bird man... are you a little bird?"

a wedding...

alright... i will be there.

oh... when is it?

"i... am your friend? i am?"

... yes. i will keep denying.