#alchemic-elements

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alchemic-elements replied to your post: Al knocks on the speedster's bedroom door, "Wally?...

“Everything is fine, I just wanted to talk to you about something.” Al examined Wally’s workspace and smiled softly, thumbing through one of the magazines that Wally wasn’t currently using. It filled his chest with pride, “Sam came to talk to me yesterday- he wanted my help with something….”

Wally swiveled his chair around to face Albert, eyebrows pulling together slightly.  He didn’t know what to make of Sam’s visits.  Sometimes they were good, sometimes they were bad.  It was too unpredictable for his liking. 

“And that something has something to do with me?  Am I in trouble?”

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alchemic-elements replied to your post: Four hundred bureaucracy meetings later and I...

You… have to spy on me at all times…?

I mean, not really But if you start doing something weird, Squeakers over here will have to tell me.

But I’m not gonna need daily reports if you start mixing your whites with your colors or invite weird people over for dinner. 

[one-rogue-army]

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Tony could do this. He could do this. He could walk down this street without it hurting his heart to see the difference. Seeing the intruder, where his Poppa's business -- where Tony's home -- had been. 

But that was in the (dimension? alternate Earth? He wasn't sure...) Tony had come from. In this place, the Gambi family evidently never existed. So Tony stood outside Mama Leone's Bakery, not sure what to do next...

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alchemic-elements replied to your post: Wally, would you go for a drive with me?

“If you want- I’d be interested to listen to what’s got that sad look on your face on the way” Al offered kindly as they head out to the truck.

Wally opened his mouth to speak but he felt tears start to burn at his eyes.  Going with Julian was built up around so many high expectations only to have them plummet to the floor.  

He got into the truck and sat in silence for a moment before he found his voice.  “I don’t want to go back there...with Julian...”

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alchemic-elements replied to your post: Quiet tapping on the bedroom door, "Wally...? Can...

Al stepped in and closed the door behind himself, “I… I wanted to apologize.”

Now he was confused.  And a little worried.  “What do you need to apologize for?”  What could Al ever do to warrant an apology?

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alchemic-elements replied to your post: I want cocoa.

Mmmm… It’s a little late for coco- but if you promise not to let it make you all crazy then alright. Do we have a deal?

[Wally gives Al a tricky little smile.]  I’ll be good if we can have a sleepover.

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alchemic-elements replied to your post: I wish Mars and Albert were fast too…

Mars? Now that’s a thought [laughs] None of the other dogs would ever have a chance for any table scraps

[He looked away, embarrassed about thinking out loud.] I..yes.  I suppose that would be troublesome. 

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alchemic-elements replied to your post: Albert showed up and presented a plate of reheated...

“If you were a dog, what Dog-name would you have? Ah…. And of course you may.” Al smiled and went to get a glass, “Please wash your hands, I don’t want you to get sick from the germs you’ve been collecting on the floor.”

“Yes sir Papa Dog!”  Wally saluted and ran off to the bathroom to wash his hands.  “I would want my name to still be Wally!”  He shouted from the sink.  

The boy wasn’t long enough for a proper wash but it was at least something for a six year old.  “I don’t want to be anybody else.”  He crawled onto a chair at the table and looked up at Albert.  “What animal would you be?”