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[sciencewhizard]

[ Today's exploration of Miami has taken him the way of a bakery, which he's just leaving as he starts up the video feed. He has a pastel hanging out of his mouth, and its fellows are sitting in a paper bag he's holding at his side as he walks down the street. Of course, he should have probably thought this out a little more before starting up the video. He's not going to talk with his mouth open (this time), so instead, he just makes a face as he manages to open his mouth wide enough to pull the entire pastel in with his tongue. The boa constrictor mouth is not a speedster ability; it's all Wally.

The pastry's devoured in a matter of seconds and he looks to the video with a big ol' grin. ]

Sorry about that little delay, everyone. Name's Wally West, sure the pleasure's all yours. [ He laughs, so it should be obvious that he's not that conceited. Hopefully. ]

But anyway, introductions out of the way, someone please tell me they've found a good place to catch some good music around here. I mean, it's Miami, there's gotta be some hot clubs full of smokin' babes, right? [ Priorities, this one. Never mind that he's only fifteen. That's never stopped him.

Unfortunately. ]

Heck, just point me to a dance-off or something where I can get my krumping on.

Comments

[boobwindow]

You're still a Dick Grayson. I don't doubt it.

[performance]

[ He grins, soft and uncertain. ]

It's weird, you know. Thinking that you have to live up to yourself.

[boobwindow]

Don't try to be anyone but your own self. Version of yourself, whatever.

[ She's a touch more serious, suddenly. ]

You'll drive yourself crazy otherwise.