[The room is dark and Wally is on his bed only in a pair of shorts with a stand-up fan literally right next to his bedframe, on full blast, right on his face. It's hot.
He's got his comm in his hands and is scrolling through YouTube videos, ankles cross. He should probably take a shower soon.
When Robin comes in he lifts a hand in greeting.]
Dude. You really did bring me a sandwich. Let's get married.
[ He adjusts the load in his arms — two plates, two sodas, and the corner of a bag of chips dangling from between his teeth. Everything gets set on Wally's bed, and Dick sits next to him, legs crossed. ]
I bet you say that to everyone who feeds you. It's a triple decker, by the way. I didn't want you starving to death all alone in the Wally cave.
[he says that to only 75% of the people who feed him]
The Wally cave needs better A/C. I'm gonna teleport home and borrow some of yours. [no the batcave is freezing because it is a literal cave, wally
He sits up and grabs for his food, crams a quarter of the sandwich into his mouth to start. Somehow he manages to wrangle his comm and pull up a Vine compilation before passing it over to Robin.]
This had better be good, if it's turning you into a cave troll. Open a window sometime.
[ And he hits play. It's evident that he doesn't know what to make of the first few — has Wally really spent the last who knows how many hours on this? ]
[hell no he's not opening a window, are you nuts?]
Okay skip the first couple, they're always kinda sucky in the compilations... [Wally leans over to skip through the video. Apparently that minute and thirteen seconds made a world of difference, because Wally laughs uproariously at the next four minutes of Vines despite them not being of much better quality. There's a few gems but...eh.]
[ Whether they get funnier or not, Wally's laughter is infectious and pretty soon, Dick gets into the rhythm of it. Pretty soon he's laughing just as hard as Wally, and he can't start in on his food without worrying that he'll end up with Coke coming out his nose. ]
Oh, man. Gold. [Wally wipes his eyes, grabs his comm and rolls onto his stomach to browse through the videos some more.] Six seconds to make a joke. That's all you get. I wanna make like fourteen thousand of these. [He wipes the back of his forehead. All the A/C in the world couldn't get rid of this humidity.]
Seriously dude, we gotta do this. Six seconds. -ooh! I got an idea for the first one. [Wally scrambles off his bed and squeezes past the fan. He almost trips over a horrible-looking stuffed purple monster on his way to his closet.] Why is it so dark in here?
[because the light is off and the curtains are drawn u idiot] Hey, where's my finger skateboard?! [WHY DO YOU HAVE ONE]
Wh- I don't hoard. [A soccer ball bounces out of the closet and rolls into the opposite wall. Why does he have all this stuff. He's only been here a few days.] I accumulate.
Exactly. These aren't as important as- oh. My finger skateboard is broken. [Wally tosses something toward the trash pail in the corner; it clatters inside.] Okay, well I'm out of ideas now.
Dude. [ Dick rolls onto his stomach, legs kicking idly in the air. ] This is the most dejected I've ever seen someone look over two inches of plastic. You're breaking my heart.
Forget your heart dude, what about mine? I got that for like a nickel at a garage sale. It was a wealth of 90s memorabilia. [Wally still counts himself as a nineties kid despite being too small to remember much of it.
He slumps back over to the bed, grabs the bag of chips and gets to work on decimating it.] Whose chips are these? They're not that Levi guy's, are they? [that dude weirds wally out like what]
They're mine, don't worry about it. [ Not like Dick has been subconsciously trying to keep Wally around by buying extra snacks or anything. That would be plain old crazy. Dick rolls over, sprawling on his back. ]
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dude do u know what vines r
answer: hilarious
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that's the punchline do u know it
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I have no idea what you're talking about.
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come quick i will educate u
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[The room is dark and Wally is on his bed only in a pair of shorts with a stand-up fan literally right next to his bedframe, on full blast, right on his face. It's hot.
He's got his comm in his hands and is scrolling through YouTube videos, ankles cross. He should probably take a shower soon.
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Dude. You really did bring me a sandwich. Let's get married.
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I bet you say that to everyone who feeds you. It's a triple decker, by the way. I didn't want you starving to death all alone in the Wally cave.
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The Wally cave needs better A/C. I'm gonna teleport home and borrow some of yours. [no the batcave is freezing because it is a literal cave, wally
He sits up and grabs for his food, crams a quarter of the sandwich into his mouth to start. Somehow he manages to wrangle his comm and pull up a Vine compilation before passing it over to Robin.]
Here. I present to you enlightenment.
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[ And he hits play. It's evident that he doesn't know what to make of the first few — has Wally really spent the last who knows how many hours on this? ]
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Okay skip the first couple, they're always kinda sucky in the compilations... [Wally leans over to skip through the video. Apparently that minute and thirteen seconds made a world of difference, because Wally laughs uproariously at the next four minutes of Vines despite them not being of much better quality. There's a few gems but...eh.]
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Wally, I think we've found our calling.
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Seriously dude, we gotta do this. Six seconds. -ooh! I got an idea for the first one. [Wally scrambles off his bed and squeezes past the fan. He almost trips over a horrible-looking stuffed purple monster on his way to his closet.] Why is it so dark in here?
[because the light is off and the curtains are drawn u idiot] Hey, where's my finger skateboard?! [WHY DO YOU HAVE ONE]
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Dude, your hoarding is getting out of hand.
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