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Slurred Words

Send “slurred words” to hear my muse describe yours whilst ridiculously drunk.

"Goddamn speedsters, only ones I can deal with ‘re Bart an’ Thad. Read up on Inter—Intert—Thad, all the files an’ shit. S’kinda weird cause… I dunno, he doesn’t seem like a bad kid t’ me. But… maybe that doesn’t mean much from me. I dunno, he can be kinda bratty, but he’s still jus’ a kid, an’ he’s smart as fuck too. He kinda grows on you."

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The speedster had never celebrated on, and no one else saw the importance of showing him this. So, it was lost on him, and found it a ridiculous practice. What was the point of getting gifts, when with his speed if he wanted something, Thad could easily get it. Honestly, why waste the money. “Hmph, I hardly think age matters,” he uttered, shrugging his small shoulders. “But… I guess I could pick a random day.” Not like it matters though.

He scrunched up his nose, “I know what it means,” he responded, of course he knew. Thad just didn’t get why the other would do so; seems like he got his answer though. “Then, it would seem that we have come to the agreement; we tolerate each other,” he managed a pause. “I’m curious—- is this your base of operation?” Thad still looked like a child, and had yet to appear as a real threat. Silently, the blond hoped to use this to his advantage, while this man was not important in his scheme. It was still best to gather as much information as he could.

"Guess it doesn't, but I dunno. Kinda helps keep track of time at least," he replied with a shrug. It was the only reason he found his own age important. For the most part, he barely paid any attention to his age. It didn't stop him from doing a number of things that he wasn't legally allowed to yet. "Nice thing about not knowing when your birthday is, is that you can pick any day you want."

Glancing around the room, Jason nodded. "Guess you could call it that yeah. Don't really have a base, this is just a safehouse, y'know? Don't usually keep 'em too long." He looked at That, head tilting to one side curiously. "D'you have a base of operations, squirt? Or are you looking for someplace to... do whatever it is you do?"

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     do i have to ask      before { " i  l o v e  y o u ? " }           i know you wouldn't leave there

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“Are you even listening to yourself?”

"OfcourseIam.  I said ‘you should be nicer.’"

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accentssssssssss '3'

If I get ten “accents” I’ll record myself saying all this!

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Is it too early for me to grab my mic?  XD

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"Wow. I couldn't be any more bored right now."

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Thad smirked lazily at him,"Is that blood?"

Bart felt the blood ooze from his lip.  Frowning, and not wanting to admit that Thad had made him bleed, Bart proceeded to do the next best thing.

He smeared that Allen blood all over Thad’s mouth via attempted kissings.

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    There was many qualities that Damian found very irritating about people. He despised people who talked unnecessarily quick due to an inhuman amount of childish energy and excitement, for one. Outside of the field (and even then, he typically preferred a stealthy approach), Damian didn't like when things moved to quickly, because it meant he didn't have the opportunity to check the finer details. He'd grown to appreciate the more intricate workings of things.

    That's why Damian didn't like metas with superhuman speed--more commonly known as speedsters.

    And considering that Redbird had already been in a foul mood when he had began his patrol, the fact that he was now being confronted with one with certainly not serving to lighten his annoyance.

    "Identify yourself," he growled the moment he saw that the male wasn't moving.