I'm serious though. [Wally opens another packet of Skittles.] Next beach party, I want everybody there. So...let's save it for when we make it home. Everybody can skip school and everything, we'll be so rebellious.
Hah- Excuse you? First thing, I'm from the right side of the tracks. Secondly, I am not a full-blooded ginger and therefore am exempt to the rule about gingers.
No it's not, because it'll just mean my method is unpredictable, like it's predictable for me to be unpredictable but I'm still unpredictable. [what a stupid debate they are having]
But if you're unpredictable all the time, people are gonna start predicting that. That's when the really unpredictable thing would be to do something predictable.
I don't even know why we're still talking and not running into the water with all our clothes on. [Wally hops off the rock and tosses the shopping bag aside.]
You mean you didn't regret the skinny jeans before now? [Wally lets Robin get an impressive head start so that when he beats him into the waves, it'll be that much more cool.
Wally throws himself into the water like some kind of super speedy dog, bodily tossing himself into the waves and shouting out laughter when the water bowls him over and sucks him down to the sand.]
[ He runs for the surf, laughing, knowing that Wally's going to beat him there but enjoying the chase anyway. Wally's already rushing into the water by the time Dick catches up. He wades in up to his knees, hands on his hips, grinning down at him. ]
You won't be able to after you get out of the water. [Wally coughs when a wave tries to drown him and throws his sandals back up onto the sand. He pushes his hair back and grins at Dick.] You look like a drowned emo kid.
Hey, don't knock eye makeup. Y'know, Jay told me that back in the day before they made those special lenses for the masks, they used to have to smear that black paint football players put on their cheeks around their eyes to make it match their masks. Apparently it was all the rage.
I've seen pictures. Joan showed me Jay's photo album and she took pictures when they had this impromptu pool party. It's hilarious. [Wally crouches down when the water pulls back out and throws himself into the oncoming wave.]
Dude, that sounds priceless. You've gotta let me see sometime.
[ He says it like that's actually possible, like he could actually come visit without putting his identity at risk—
But that's a thought for another day. Right now it's sunny, and the water's great, and he's stripping off his t-shirt and tossing it up the beach so he can splash in deeper, laughing as Wally hurls himself into the surf. ]
[At some point during their frolicking in the ocean Wally tries to drown Robin. Robin, likewise, does the same to Wally. They throw each other into the water, sling mud at one another and pick up crabs and chase each other with them.
By the time they trudge back onto the beach, Wally's cheeks, forehead and arms are bright red and he's wincing as he adjusts his shorts.] Ugh. Wet boxers. Gross.
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[ aaand he's off ]
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Wally throws himself into the water like some kind of super speedy dog, bodily tossing himself into the waves and shouting out laughter when the water bowls him over and sucks him down to the sand.]
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[ He runs for the surf, laughing, knowing that Wally's going to beat him there but enjoying the chase anyway. Wally's already rushing into the water by the time Dick catches up. He wades in up to his knees, hands on his hips, grinning down at him. ]
Wally West in Swan Lake!
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Seriously? Dude, imagine when they took the masks off, and— [ pfffhahaha ]
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[ He says it like that's actually possible, like he could actually come visit without putting his identity at risk—
But that's a thought for another day. Right now it's sunny, and the water's great, and he's stripping off his t-shirt and tossing it up the beach so he can splash in deeper, laughing as Wally hurls himself into the surf. ]
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By the time they trudge back onto the beach, Wally's cheeks, forehead and arms are bright red and he's wincing as he adjusts his shorts.] Ugh. Wet boxers. Gross.
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[ Dick is walking in the sand with an awkward sort of uncomfortable tiptoeing motion, and it's only going to get worse. EVERYTHING CLINGS LIKE THIS.
... He pokes Wally's very pink shoulder. ] Dude. Sunburn.
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