#bart || ic

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"Do you wanna get a labubu dubai chocolate crumbl cookie collab matcha acai bowl with me?"

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@dementedspeedster — ✦

Why'd he done it was much more simple and way more complicated than he'd be willing to explain. It had just crossed his mind for a moment, as much as he likes to bury any emotions or thoughts he has regarding their...storied past, how much animosity he harbored for the blonde copy and, well, his impulse control was infamous for a reason.

He felt some satisfaction at watching Thad's head spin, imagining what his skull would look like as a colorful trompo toy, but it was shattered by the returning fist. The blur of movement, the impact against his jaw, the familiar blooming of pain and GRIFE— it really didn't make him feel any better than he was hoping it would. He just felt angrier, and even though he's the one who started it, he still feels a boiling in his gut as the pain in his jaw slowly ebbs to an aching sore spidering up his his check and down the column of his throat.

With another spark of electricity in the air, Bart throws himself at Thad to tackle him to the ground and reels his fist back to strike at him once more. "I HATE YOU! You're the grifing worst, I can't stand you! IhateyouIhateyouIhateyouIhateyou!"

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@hearteris - closed starter

Maybe Max was right when he told Bart that he should've at least glanced at the campus map before classes started, but Bart was confident that he could figure it out just fine when all the buildings were labeled.

He couldn't figure it out. He was lost and his class is supposed to start in a few minutes! Barry would get a kick out of this.

Finally accepting defeat over his lack of direction, Bart pivots and approaches the first person he sees. The girl seems nice enough to spare a few seconds on a poor soul. "S'cuse me, do you know where Rector Hall is? It's kinda my first day and I'm kinda lost. Embarrassing, I know."

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Danger || Accepting @sanitatemsolis asked " do you have a death wish or something? (Bart!!) "

Impulse blinks away the stars in his eyes before looking down at the sea of red hair and freckles. "Death wish? C'mon it's just my arm! And it's like only a little broken, bones heal and if it heals wrong...I'll cross that bridge if I get to it." Having accelerated healing and an enhanced durability meant most injuries didn't stick if he even really noticed they happened in the first place after the adrenaline wore off.

(But in all honesty, Bart hated having to go to hospitals, after one Jericho Wilson shot his knee out, he hasn't really had the best memory of being in a white room with medical professionals surrounding him.)

Suffice to say though, he definitely felt this one with the way his whole arm burned. "Isn't there just a way to wrap it up and I can go home?"

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@dementedspeedster - closed starter

He's just about ready to wind down after his patrol, a few jogs around the country, and one trot around the globe just to be safe, and nothing earth shatteringly apocalyptic was happening for once! He ducks into an alley, fiddling with the straps on his gloves to make them easier to compress within his ring when he notices the presence.

Being snuck up on or just missing someone was hard when the world moved like molasses to his usual perception, usually it was only other speedsters or the occasional kryptonian that could catch him by surprise. But Wally and Barry were off-world the last he checked, Max is doing old man stuff, and Kon was probably in Hawaii or something. So who else—

"Oh my god, you have got to be grifing kidding me." He turns to look at the blonde and glowers. "Of all the alleyways, it had to be this one. You're not here to- wait...when did you get taller than me? That's not fair! Did they add a not-short gene in your sequence?"

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closed starter - @adflorum

Bart nibbles on a pastry, something French and fancy. He'd paid extra for them since he felt a bit bad about the inconvenience for the bakery to have to go and exchange his money. There's a couple of the decorated tarts and little cakes, all laid out on a paper bag, and he gives a glance down to them to give Talia all the permission she needs if she wants one.

"I've been wondering," crumbs tumbling from between his lips, though he's quick to catch the crumbs and lick them off his fingers. "How old are you?"

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[You've got Thad!] (Being a shit. I'm sorry XD) ||

"No matter what you strive for in life, you will never be better than me."

Ask || Always Accepting

He doesn't even know why he let's Thad anywhere near him some days.

"That's not true, I'm way better than you at literally any game." He puts up a finger before Thad has a chance to respond. "And chess doesn't count, it's so RNG-luck based, it all depends on what pieces you get." Please ignore the minor smirk worming its way onto his lips.

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@supraxstcllas — ✦

"That's not what I said." Impulse corrects, wading through the plates and soda cans on the floor as he makes his way around the room to search in drawers. Sure it was messy, but he wasn't exactly the cleanest person ever, his room could get pretty bad. Not this bad, but glass houses and stones.

"Not all artists are slobs, but most slobs are artists. Or at least they say they are, but usually they don't make anything, they just talk about how much they want to make stuff and how they always have this huuuuuuuuuuuge idea."

He's flipping through papers at lightning speeds, clicking his tongue and tossing them somewhere into the pile with the rest of the garbage. "I guess this girl's huge idea was trying to blow up Central City for some reason. Derivative stuff. I'm sure you could come up with something way more interesting."