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]

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