[ barry does his best not to smile, but when she kisses his cheek she perhaps gets to feel that smile form on his lips and push against his cheeks. he's pretty sure there's a little blush, too. when she pulls away, his hand automatically lifts to press his fingers against the skin she'd just kissed. ]
[ it's now barry feels gratitude for the job he's been given. flower arrangements require too much patience and a slowness that he can no longer inhabit. he likes running around, expected to go from one end of the city to the other and come back again within an unrealistic timeframe. it keeps his legs busy in a way that he's been trying to still since he arrived in the alternate universe he likes to dub "puppies and rainbows", but it's left him feeling too restless here. ]
[ he doesn't get it, but maybe that's why fate's handed him what it has now — the flash is too restless, not being utilised to his full potential, and so a bat's swooped down from his cave to plant a seed in his head. and, of course, given how impatient barry is by nature, it's begun to grow into a fully formed tree for all the irises to grow beneath and bats to hang upside down on. ]
[ fiddling with his hands, he slots his fingers together and looks at her arrangement. it's very pink … not very much his colour, to be honest. ]
Uh … [ tempted as he is to pick a flower from the bouquet, he stops himself. this self-restraint is getting better and better with time. ] I kind of got invited to head some sort of group of superheroes. [ he sounds so unsure, and he's grateful, at least, that that doesn't come out like a question. those fingers of his don't stop twining together, arms twisting, and his head tilts to the side. ]
ACTION.
[ it's now barry feels gratitude for the job he's been given. flower arrangements require too much patience and a slowness that he can no longer inhabit. he likes running around, expected to go from one end of the city to the other and come back again within an unrealistic timeframe. it keeps his legs busy in a way that he's been trying to still since he arrived in the alternate universe he likes to dub "puppies and rainbows", but it's left him feeling too restless here. ]
[ he doesn't get it, but maybe that's why fate's handed him what it has now — the flash is too restless, not being utilised to his full potential, and so a bat's swooped down from his cave to plant a seed in his head. and, of course, given how impatient barry is by nature, it's begun to grow into a fully formed tree for all the irises to grow beneath and bats to hang upside down on. ]
[ fiddling with his hands, he slots his fingers together and looks at her arrangement. it's very pink … not very much his colour, to be honest. ]
Uh … [ tempted as he is to pick a flower from the bouquet, he stops himself. this self-restraint is getting better and better with time. ] I kind of got invited to head some sort of group of superheroes. [ he sounds so unsure, and he's grateful, at least, that that doesn't come out like a question. those fingers of his don't stop twining together, arms twisting, and his head tilts to the side. ]