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deardensmia:

“That kid, we should really start a Bart fund. Anytime he steals food from the rest of us he puts money into it, and then treats us all to food that he can’t have.” She chuckled at the concept. “Of course, he’d never do that.” Knowing Bart he wouldn’t even sit still to listen to the notion. “C’mon, you still in the mood for mac and cheese? I know a killer recipe for the baked kind. Maybe we could make it together?”

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“A Bart jar! I love it.” That was one way to get back at him constantly stealing everyone’s food. “I don’t think it would work though.” Bart could run out before we could make him put any money in the jar. There would be no way to reinforce it. “That sounds amazing. Please save me from the mac and cheese-less existence.”

#{ &* Mia }

impclsivity:

“No I’ve never played before,” Bart told her, with the basketball in his hand. “But all the history books made it sound pretty crash, and look–” He let the ball bounce on the floor and back into his hands. “How crash is that? Do you know how to play Cissie?” He asked her, and eyes went wide at the idea forming in his head. “Could you teach me?”

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It was weird to think that basketball wasn’t a thing in the future when it was so popular now. She couldn’t image it just fading away into nothing, but Bart was the one from the future, not her. Cissie shrugged, “I’m the best player, but I’m pretty sure everyone knows how to play basketball.” Taking a step back when his eyes widened, she prepared for him to talk a mile a minute. “I don’t know all the rules to the game.”

#{ &* Bart }

ofscarabs:

“and your mac and cheese you will have another day! Today you get free Chinese. isn’t that much better?” he chuckled nervously as he lead them out. Once outside, he started walking toward one of the Chinese places up the street. “Plus, now we get to eat together! It’s been awhile since we hung out just us right?” It was at that moment he realized he was still holding her. He let go, nervously chuckling. as he stretched his arms above his head.

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“Promise to keep him occupied next time I make it?” Clearly Bart needed a babysitter when it came to food - or just a babysitter in general. “I guess.” She huffed. Jaime had a point. It had been a long time since they had hung out just the two of them. Everyone else was always around. Not that it was a bad thing, she enjoyed everyone’s company for the most part. Noticing his shift away from her, she turned to look up at him. “You okay?”

#{ &* Jaime }

cassiexsandsmark:

Cassie let out a loud laugh tossing a pillow from her bed at Cissie. “I think you need glasses then.” she snorted shaking her head at her best friend. “You’re seeing things and we should be very concerned.” Cassie teased blonde hair covering her face when she shook her head. “She’d make you practice if you were invited. Best I hide you away so you don’t get put to work!”

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“I’m seeing things?” She raised her brows, pursing her lips at the other blonde. “Fine, if you don’t want to admit it then you don’t have to, but I can’t wait to tell you I told you so.” Cissie teased playfully, giving her friend a knowing look. In Cassie’s defense, Cissie would have denied any feelings for Bart too. “She would try and make me spar a demigod? Harsh.” She joked. Sparring with Cassie was always fun, even if her best friend was capable of snapping her in half.

#{ &* Cassie }

deardensmia:

“Honestly I can’t,” Mia exclaimed. “He could get his own mac and cheese, come on Speedsters step it up, get with it, get your own mac and cheese.” She snorted at the thought. “For a guy so fast he sure is lazy.” Then again, back in the day Mia sometimes found stealing something made it taste better then buying it herself. She wouldn’t mention it though, she would remain firmly on Cissie’s side for this. “Oh, that’s a good one. Poison him and he’ll never do it again. It’s a worthy sacrifice.” She chuckled.

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"Exactly! Thank you! He could have just made his own but instead, he stole mine." Cissie shook her head in disappointment. "He's just impatient. Mine was ready and he would have had to wait if he made his own. I think that's why he stole it. "The blonde explained, still frustrated with the speedster. "He needs to learn to ask."

#{ &* Mia }

stingerjr:

“Just red velvet made blue,” he said without skipping a beat as if the response was automatic. “Because, I don’t really know them that well but for some reason they’re in my head, and it’s very annoying. Usually when I make gear for my friends I have their color scheme in mind, Francis with their purple, Connor with the green, Yara has her own stuff so she doesn’t really need me, but everything I make it’s blue now. I think I’m being attacked by a telepath into having these thoughts.”

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"Why blue? Is it the person you're baking it for’s favorite color?" Cissie asked, curiosity taking hold of her. "They're in your head? Like you have a crush on them in your head, or they're super annoying, and if they steal your mac and cheese one more time you might shoot them with an arrow, in your head?" Oh wait..that might have been the same thing. Nope. This wasn't about her. Pushing that thought away, she force a smile. "We should make a list of the telepaths we know to try and narrow it down."

#{ &* Pym }

cassiexsandsmark:

“Juicy details? I think you’ve come to the wrong room, unless you want to hear about the lecture I got from Diana the other day or the sword training i’ve had to go through again.” Cassie sighed dramatically. “Tim? What do you mean?” she asked laughing like she had no idea where Cissie was going with this.

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"Oh, is this not the daughter of Zeus's room?" She walked to Cassie's bed, moving to sit at the end of it. Her face scrunched at the thought of a lecture from Diana. It felt worse than getting lectured by her mother. "Next time you should invite me. I can be your cheerleader." She said, mimicking a cheer action. "Are you kidding? I see the way you look at him."

#{ &* Cassie }

Closed starter for @cassiexsandsmark

“I know I haven’t been around, but I hope that doesn’t meant you’re going to skimp out on all the juicy details.” Cissie said, walking into her best friend’s room without so much as a knock. Did bestfriends need boundaries? They never had. “What’s going on Tim?”

#{ &* Cassie }

ofscarabs:

“Well we can eat first and if you still feel all maim-y after that, I’ll let you have at it.” he chuckled throwing on his jacket quickly. He put an arm around her shoulders, the other holding one of her arms as he lead her out the building. “What are you in the mood for? Anything you want.”

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“Fine.” Cissie huffed in defeat, giving into Jaime’s charm. He was always about to quell her with his happy-go-lucky attitude. “I wanted my mac and cheese.” The blonde grumbled. “But Chinese or Italian sounds good too.” She crossed her arms over her chest.

#{ &* Jaime }

stingerjr:

“hi francis, if you’re looking for arrows you might have to wait till I finish this…” he paused. “you’re not francis, uh, how can I help you. Do you want gear, arrows? This blue velvet cake I was baking for someone who shall go unnamed because it would be entirely too embarrassing to say this out loud and wow why am I still talking.” he stopped. “Anyway, how can I help?”

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Cissie waited for the other to stop talking before she began. “What is a blue velvet cake?” She asked. The blonde had heard about red velvet and assumed the blue velvet must be the same thing just blue. “What makes the person you.re baking it for too embarrassing?” Another question she was far too curious to have answered.

#{ &* Pym }

greenhaljordan:

Hal knew who this was; it wasn’t as if he ever forgot a face, especially one he had to deliver bad news too. The fight was over as he gently touched down on the ground before the girl. “Yes I remember a man named Bernell Jones, I also seemed to remember a little girl of his as well.” He mused smiling slightly “Well not so little anymore it would appear”

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Cissie was surprised that Hal remembered her. It had been so long since the pair had met and even then it had been brief, just a glance. “You remember me?” She asked shocked.

#{ &* Hal }

Closed starter for @condimcntking

“Do I know you?” She asked, staring at the vaguely familiar man. Narrowing her eyes, she expected that would help her figure it out somehow. When it didn’t, she just continued to stare at him until he replied.

#{ &* Mitchell }

Closed starter for @allmyarsenal

“Hey there stranger.” Cissie walked up to Roy, poking softly in the arm to grab his attention. The blonde had always looked up to him and his skill. Despite his flaws, he was her hero and that would never change. “How’ve you been?”

#{ &* Roy }

Closed starter for @deardensmia

“And after all that he still stole my mac and cheese. Can you believe that?” She asked, shaking her head after telling Mia the whole story about Bart stealing her mac and cheese the day before. Speedsters weren’t to be trusted around food. They were like little black holes, sucking in everything around them in a kitchen. “It’s okay though. I have a plan. Next time I’m gonna add way too much salt.”

#{ &* Mia }

Closed starter for @blackcxnarycry

“Do you think this is enough?” Cissie asked, walking into the living room of Titans Tower, a box with Donations crudely scrawled across it in hand. “I remember you saying purging was good for the soul, or something like that and it’s spring cleaning time anyway so I thought why not. This is what I came up with.”

#{ &* Dinah }

ofscarabs:

“whoa whoa whoa. How about instead of defaulting to murder…I take you to go get food?” Jaime asked, walking in front of her, placing both hands up. He just wanted to help bart live to see another day. “Doesn’t that sound better and quicker than hunting down a speedster? He could be in Tasmania by now.”

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“Who said anything about murder? I was only planning to maim or seriously injured.” She said, looking up at him. “He’s definitely on his way to Bart’s house, not Tasmania, but fine.” Cissie knew that she might have been slightly hangry and that food could resolve her poor mood.

#{ &* Jaime }

ofscarabs:

Jaime opened the door, quickly pulling it back to a close upon seeing the blonde. “Hello Cissie. Nice to see you too.” he chuckled nervously. He felt a gust of wind behind him and the sound of his window breaking. “You know what…you just missed him. I can tell him you’re looking for him though.”

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Cissie watched as Bart jumped out of Jaime’s window with a large gust, blowing her hair behind her shoulders. “I guess I’ll have to go hunt him down then. I needed target practice.” She replied, shaking her head and turning away from Jaime’s open door. “Thanks for the help, but I got it.”

#{ &* Cissie }

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