The Warehouse: Early Monday Morning

[badassprodigy]

Sunday night the cub and the puppy had fallen asleep cuddled up on a couch. They were still covered in glitter and had exhausted themselves by chasing each other around the warehouse for most of the weekend.

However when Barry awoke this morning he was happy to find that he had returned to his normal human form. He was also aware that there was also a naked girlfriend right next to him.

Now... normally this would be a happy occasion for a teenage male. However Barry was also aware that this would probably freak said girlfriend out and possibly cause most of the island to freeze up a couple months before winter hit.

So he was just going to try and quietly disentangle himself from Elsa before she woke up and see if he could rectify the situation before the island turned into a glacier.

Fandom citizens can thank him later if it works.

[Elsa modded with permission

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[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

Well Barry was sitting in front of her shirtless and with a good amount of glitter to boot. Y'know. Just to add to the awkward.

Of course Barry couldn't help but smirk a little when he saw the expression on her face.

"Don't fucking freak out me," he said cheerfully. "I have clothes here for you. Been carrying them around all week in case you transformed in public."

[iceolatedqueen.livejournal.com]

"I'm not freaking out," Elsa admitted, despite appearances. And the fact that she wasn't actually all that far from freaking out. "Why in the world would you think I'm going to freak out?"

Deep breath. And then she was carefully sitting up, making sure to bring the blanket along with her.

"... Can I have my clothing, please?"

It would help a lot with the not freaking out thing.

[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

"Well we were all naked and cuddled up on the couch," Barry teased as he went over to grab her clothes. "And you're still naked. Plus you look like you might want to freak out..."

He walked back with a pile of clothes. "So I thought you might be a little anxious. Would you like some tea?"

[iceolatedqueen.livejournal.com]

"Tea!"

Yes! That was a brilliant thing for Elsa to cling to, and she was going to do so! Fervently!

"Yes, tea would be lovely, thank you!"

... Okay. She was freaking out a little bit.

[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

"Here," he said trying not to laugh as he handed over her clothes. "You can change in the bathroom. If you want you can take a shower and try and get all this fucking glitter off. I'll make tea."

[iceolatedqueen.livejournal.com]

Elsa nodded, taking her clothes with one hand while using the other to keep the blanket held up, and then scurried off to the bathroom, only nearly tripping over the sheet three times on the way. And jamming it in the door once.

The shower helped a little, though, as she watched the glitter rush in little streams down the drain, and somewhere during it she realized that she could have spent far more time appreciating her boyfriend's bare chest than panicking, and apparently this was what freaking out cost her. But at least she had tea to look forward to.

She was much more calm when she came out again, dressed, with her hair braided and then wound up in a haphazard bun, held in place mostly by some careful tucking and a prayer until she could find some hairpins for it.

"The shower," she announced, "was a good idea."

See? Not freaking out!

[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

Alas, Barry was now wearing a shirt so Elsa would just have to appreciate the amount of glitter that was still on him. Considering the amount of glitter piles he was chased into it might be days before the last bit of glitter was gone.

"Good. You look happier," Barry said with a grin as he held out a hot mug of tea. "But I'm guessing you'd like something other than a fucking bucket of fishies for breakfast."

[iceolatedqueen.livejournal.com]

"I think I'm over fishies for a while," Elsa replied with a little laugh as she accepted the offered tea and found a place to sit down. "As much as I enjoy them, there's probably an upper limit to how many you can eat without trying anything else."

Besides glitter. The less said about that, the better.

[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

Luckily glitter isn't on the menu this morning.

"Well then the only thing I have to offer you are some pop tarts that Jeremy left here when he visited or grits," Barry said holding up a box and also pointing at his old food replicator. "I'd have something healthier but I turned into a fucking dog. That's going to be my excuse."

[iceolatedqueen.livejournal.com]

"And it's a good one," Elsa decreed, taking a sip of tea, because, really, tea made pretty much everything better. "But I do seem to recall some breakfast plans that we never did have a chance to carry out..."

Because she'd turned into a bear. Those breakfast plans.

[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

"We can go out if you're up for it," Barry said. "Just keep in mind you're dining with royalty now."

And with a grin he picked up the homecoming crown that was sitting on the counter and put it on his head.

"King Barry of Homecoming, your majesty," he said doing a little curtsy. "Keep in mind wherever we go, it's going to have to stand up to my royal standards."

[iceolatedqueen.livejournal.com]

"Well, I can hardly compete with that," Elsa laughed. "You've got me at a disadvantage, Barry. I'm still only Crown Princess Elsa of Arendelle, after all."

She would have pointed out that kings didn't tend to curtsy, but this conversation was ridiculous enough as it was without her taking her cues from the etiquette books.

"And has King Barry got any preference this morning?"

[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

"My preference? Huh. Well if it was up to me, we'd just get back on the couch and go back to sleep and then tell the world to fuck off for a day," Barry half-joked. "Only wearing clothes this time around."