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Wally let out a relieved sigh, running a hand through his hair. “Okay. Okay, awesome, thank you.”
“Don’t mention it.” Bart shrugged. “I didn’t know you were afraid of snakes. It’s kinda funny.” He remarked with a quick snort of laughter. “Better steer clear of Copperhead, haha!”
“BUDDY SYSTEM IS IMPORTANT, YOU MIGHT GET LOST! NOW GIMME YOUR HAND.”
“Yeh, all right. Quit shouting. C’mere,” he said, holding his hand out.
"Stop being so cute!"
"I can’t. West family genes; I get it from grandma. We’re both horribly cute."
He tore the laboratory apart, searching for his missing cousin. Anyone who stood in his way was swiftly dispatched, and he didn't stop to check if they were alive still. When he finally found his cousin, he shut off all the machines and pulled away his restraints. "Bart- Bart can you hear me? I've got you, you're safe now."
Bart wasn’t sure how long he had been there. The days had blended to weeks, then months. Day in, day out, testing, testing, all sorts of things—what he could do, what Bart couldn’t—and wouldn’t—do, and then what effects that would have on him.
At that moment, there had been some sort of test on what sort of drugs could actually effect him, and Bart had felt his entire body protest when someone began moving him.
Safe? What was safe? He flinched, eyes open without actually seeing Wally in front of him. He tried to move away, a hand shaking as it covered up his face.
"No…"
❦
Send me a ❦ for a reaction to your muse playing with mine’s hair.
Concerned hamster squeaks, but presses head into Wally’s hands more.
"56 dollars and a cheesecake!"
My muse is auctioning off a date with them, in a charity auction. Come into my inbox to tell me how much your muse would bid!
"YOU WIN!" He grinned then paused. "What kind of cheesecake?"
sciencespookster replied to your post:"I didn't mean it"
Oh god, why did he say that? He swallowed, frowning. “No- no that’s not true. I’m sorry.” How could he fix this? All Bart’s ever done was be nice to him, and this is how he repays him?
Bart clenched his fists just a bit tighter and looked down at the ground. "Look, I get the message loud and clear, okay? I'll get the heck out of your hair." And then he's backing up slowly, but surely. A wounded look is thrown at Wally, and then Bart sprints off. He didn't know where to go, but the idea Wally had been right had just made the desire to get away from his cousin increase.
"I didn't mean it"
In the heat of the moment, your muse says something insensitive to mine. Send “I didn’t mean it” for my muse’s reaction.
Bart felt his heart fracture. His head pounded, and his throat dried up. And then, he steeled himself. Conceal, don’t feel, don’t let Wally know. Don’t let Wally see him cry.
"Whatever. I’m just an attention whore anyways. You said so yourself."
