A warehouse called George - Friday

[badassprodigy]

The one constant thing in Barry’s life is ideas. They are always there and always poking at him to move forward and advance.

Today that means there’s a twelve foot long carrot sitting in the middle of the warehouse.

It’s best not to ask about the thought process that got him there.

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[badassprodigy]

"Well, I'm a function over function guy but I'm glad it works for you," Barry said, not at all surprised by the choice or the reaction from Summer. Based on what he'd gathered from Summer about her grandfather he sounded like a dickhead. A genius but a complete dickhead. "I'll try and keep your style in mind while I'm working on your project here. If that matters to you."

[somethingwithturquoise]

"I mean," said Summer, grinning in a way that completely seemed to contradict the the words, "of course it's not, like, important or anything, buuuut... that is always kinda nice. Whatever works, though, obvs."

[badassprodigy]

Barry laughed. "You're adorable," he said standing up and leaning in to give her a quick kiss on the cheek. "I'll see what I can do for you. I'll send you some color samples."

Which will no doubt be in the middle of a dogfight with imperial fighters.

And then the console Barry had set up let off a pleasing ping-sounding noise. "There we go," Barry said leaning over the keyboard and then typing in some commands. "I'm going to delete any logs of my access and-"

He disconnected the cable and held out the portal gun to Summer "-by Monday or Tuesday I'll have something you can rub in your grandfather's face."

[somethingwithturquoise]

Oh, man, Summer really hoped she'd be stuck in, like, the doggiest of fights. She did have those sweet new cannons that were just going to waste, after all!

At the moment, though, Summer was just content to be beaming over that kiss on the cheek and being called adorable, and then finding a thrilled little squealing sound when Barry handed the gun back over.

"Thank you so much, Barry," she gushed. "This is going to make things so much easier, and I know Seivarden's going to really appreciate it when I managed to finally get through this block of hers..."

And then...yeah, no, sorry, Barry. Just a kiss on the cheek was so not going to cut it, and now that he was finished, Summer was not going to hold back in reaching for him to pull him in so she could thank him better with a proper kiss.

[badassprodigy]

Barry was not prepared for that but he certainly wasn’t going to resist. And for a moment all the elements of his mind were able to quiet down and enjoy the moment.

And he certainly couldn’t stop smiling when it was done. “You better get moving before your grandfather figures out what was going on.”

Funny. Wasn’t letting go just yet.

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Yeah," Summer grinned, "probably."

Also not in any apparent rush to get moving.

"But before I do," she said, fingers brushing coyly at his chest, eyes bright and steady with intent...

"...I've got to ask about that carrot."

[badassprodigy]

“Trying to solve world hunger,” he said looking very amused.

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Of course you are," Summer said admiringly, grinning before leaning in for another quick kiss.

"Okay. I should go." She pulled away enough to change the coordinates on the gun for the house. "Good luck with that. And thanks, again, Barry. You're amazing."

Ah, crap. And she was right back to that stupid, adoring grin.

[badassprodigy]

“Have fun pissing off a galactic empire!”

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Always do!" Summer sang brightly, looking around for a good spot to shoot the portal, then pulled the trigger. One more super quick kiss, another "Thanks again!" And then she hopped right through.

And hopefully not straight into the goddamn living room.

[badassprodigy]

Barry smiled as Summer hopped through the portal. In another time or another place it would have been him going off on wild adventures. But now he was content to be where he was doing what he did best. He stood there for a moment or two basking in the moment before turning back to the project at hand.

And while the never ending streams of thought started up again the smile on his face stuck around for a long time.