A warehouse called George - Thursday

[badassprodigy]

Yes. Yesterday there had been tinsel. And today there was mistletoe hanging about but Barry was doing his best to ignore all that as there were multiple projects being worked on at the same time.

In one corner of his workshop there was an oak barrel in a temporal field which exuding a rather pungent aroma. In front of Barry was a white and gold belt with a very intricate set of electronics inside the buckle. To the side was a finished domino mask that was waiting to be wrapped. Next to that was a small package in a blue box and even a larger basket from what appeared to be a package from the interdimensional version of Amazon.

And there was even more boxes. And other items that needed working on.

And there was wrapping paper. Lots of wrapping paper.

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[somethingwithturquoise]

It was fairly late by the time everyone finished up with the decorating at Rey's, and Summer knew she had a long ass day tomorrow, with the party and the ugly sweater contest for her class tomorrow, so the smart thing to do would be to get some sleep, but she couldn't. This had definitely been the sort of week that got her all amped up in a restless way that was hard to settle, and then add in there all those pretty people and mistletoe? Ugh. Summer was definitely going to have to take care of a few things if she planned on getting any rest tonight, and she sort of paced around her apartment for a good while trying to make a decision about something.

It was definitely a long shot, but it was a shot she felt she had to at least try. And so she whipped out her phone, bit her lip, and took the two-point-five seconds it took her to text out just four simple characters.

Four simple characters that even a pirate from before texting even existed and one of the multiverse's most adorably naive Jedi could get right. Four simple characters that were practically iron-clad. Inalliable. UNmistakable...

Four simple charaters, that even Barry could get...

u up?

[badassprodigy]

So that belt buckle? Really some intricate stuff. There was a small power generator in there that. Plus there was a ton of other stuff Barry was trying to get done plus there was Mistletoe hanging about that was really creepy plus annoying.

However when Barry's message notification went off (One specifically chosen for Summer), he managed to put that all to the side to see what she had written.

Smiling at the message he texted back: Hi! Yes. I'm still awake. You know I don't sleep a lot. How's it going?

And then he put the phone back to the side and started fiddling with that belt buckle again.

So yes. Barry did get those four characters wrong. So wrong.

So wrong the mistletoe smacked Barry across the back of his head.

"OW! Fuck you!" he said rubbing the back of his head.

If mistletoe could glare? It would be doing that right now.

[somethingwithturquoise]

At least Barry was going to get a little longer to work on that belt, then, because Summer needed to just blink and stare at that response for a good long moment.

Maybe it just needed...a little more.

u busy?

[badassprodigy]

Just working on some shit I'm putting together for Christmas gifts. Did you get everything set for the party tomorrow night?

Now the mistletoe smacked Barry even harder and tried to take his phone away. Which of course started a tug of war between Barry and the Mistletoe.

"Jesus fucking Christ! Fuck off find someone else to force snogging! I'm fucking busy!"


Sorry Summer. The mistletoe is trying.

[somethingwithturquoise]

If Summer had any idea, she would have appreciated the effort, mistletoe, but you may have finally met your match.

But Summer had at least one more option up her sleeve, though she knew it was a stretch. It was topical, though, personalized, a good last ditch effort before she had inconsequential evidence that something actually could be this hopeless.

no jello messes to clean up?

[badassprodigy]

Barry managed to rip the phone out of the vine in time to see Summer’s most recent message. And of course that very topical message had to be related to what happened earlier this week.

I think Fosse cleaned up the classroom but he gave me a ton of shit about it. Okay, he didn’t say anything but the jazz hands he used were fucking rude. Even for me.

It was at this point he mistletoe just left the warehouse in a complete huff.

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Jesus Christ."

how are we even dating

Yes, Summer had evolved into possessing an ability to sometimes accidentally text what she was thinking outloud.

[badassprodigy]

Okay. Now Barry knew he did something wrong.

He went back and looked at the texts he sent again. Was there some relationship between Fosse and Summer he didn’t know about?

Fuck. What went wrong?

I’m sorry. What did I fuck up?>

[somethingwithturquoise]

Summer was now just realizing that she'd texted that outloud.

Well, fuck.

Totally salvagable, though!

what? nothing! i was just having a moment, u know? like...marveling

It was technically true!

[badassprodigy]

Okay, Barry was dense when it came to social situations. But not completely dense.

How about I apologize for not understanding what the fuck is going on? I love you. And I'm sorry. And I'll probably be even more sorry once I figure out what I did.

Most likely after he talks to Jeremy and Roxie and getting so much shit.

[somethingwithturquoise]

Jesus, Barry. When someone tries to give you an out, just take the fucking out.

u didn't do anything tho. How about you trust me when I say that I love you too and you have nothing to apologise for, u didn't fuck anything up

And that was true! This was totally on her. Like, what did she honestly expect to happen, anyway?

I think I just hit a wall. It's been a long day and it just totally caught up with me. And tomorrows even longer so i should probably get some rest anyway

After an uncertain pause, she added:

just thinkingnaboit u, that's all. I'll let u get back to work