Barry Ween (
badassprodigy) wrote2014-07-05 11:16 pm
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Entry tags:
The Not-So-Abandoned Warehouse - Saturday Afternoon
Barry had skipped over the fireworks last night to test the durability of his recently developed fabric. The testing was soon interrupted by the chirp of his tablet letting him know that he had a text from back home.
Roxie: Your BFF is a complete idiot.
Barry: Shit. Is that's supposed to be news?
Roxie: No shit. Guess what he did?
Barry: Ass rocket?
Roxie: Ass rocket. Except instead of shooting out of his ass it blew up.
Barry: Is he okay?
Roxie: He's fine. Sore but fine. Sara's boy toy on the other hand jumped backwards and cracked his skull on the air conditioner when he fell off the porch.
Barry spent the next two minutes laughing hysterically before replying.
Barry: Sounds like the best fourth of July ever.
Roxie: My idiot boyfriend has powder burns over his ass. I blame you for not being here to stop him.
Barry: I warned him! It's his own fucking fault.
Roxie: Good thing he's good in the sack.
Barry: I do not want to know this.
Barry sighed as Roxie began to elaborate Jeremy's sexual prowess in purple prose detail. He put his tablet to the side and let her go on and on as he started using a blowtorch on his new invention.
[Open? Open. Subject to slow play.]
Roxie: Your BFF is a complete idiot.
Barry: Shit. Is that's supposed to be news?
Roxie: No shit. Guess what he did?
Barry: Ass rocket?
Roxie: Ass rocket. Except instead of shooting out of his ass it blew up.
Barry: Is he okay?
Roxie: He's fine. Sore but fine. Sara's boy toy on the other hand jumped backwards and cracked his skull on the air conditioner when he fell off the porch.
Barry spent the next two minutes laughing hysterically before replying.
Barry: Sounds like the best fourth of July ever.
Roxie: My idiot boyfriend has powder burns over his ass. I blame you for not being here to stop him.
Barry: I warned him! It's his own fucking fault.
Roxie: Good thing he's good in the sack.
Barry: I do not want to know this.
Barry sighed as Roxie began to elaborate Jeremy's sexual prowess in purple prose detail. He put his tablet to the side and let her go on and on as he started using a blowtorch on his new invention.
[Open? Open. Subject to slow play.]
no subject
no subject
no subject
Seriously, she'd never had a kind of birthday before. It was kind of weird.
no subject
no subject
It kind of made her head hurt, if she thought about it too long.
no subject
He gave Rapunzel a grin over his shoulder.
"Somebody is getting a present."
no subject
She'd only ever gotten birthday presents from Mother, before, and that was usually under duress.
no subject
"I thought you might need some footwear on this island eventually. Can't have you running away from fucking zombies all fucking bare-footed."
no subject
(They were pink! And there were pom-poms on the socks! She might be in love.)
She hesitated with her hand out to touch them, looking at Barry for confirmation. "They're real? You just...made them appear like that?"
no subject
So no stalkery. Really! Barry wasn't creepy at all!
Barry chuckled at Rapunzel's reaction.. "I actually bought them earlier this week after the pony's class when I saw you weren't wearing shoes yet. They were in my room so I just teleported them over here."
no subject
He was going to have to deal with hugs now. Sorry. That's what happens when you make Rapunzel happy.
no subject
"Um. Sure. No problem. You're welcome. Uh... Happy Birthday!"