you dont know how hungry i am
What stuff and what game?
im not very far
I have fantastic hair
wallybeetles said: Words can’t bring you down.
YOU’RE ONE TO TALK, BOWLCUT
yea but have you touched my hair
Straight home he went and immediately hopped in the shower for a quick cleanup and tossed all his dirty laundry in the corner of his room only to redress in something less easy to grab on to. No hoods.
He hopped out to the kitchen for a glass of water, even that tasting worse than usual, though he couldn’t call it bland.
And back to the treehouse he goes, remaining symptoms only being loss of colour and a little light headedness. And the godawful taste, but Wally is doing all he can to pretend it doesn’t exist.
As soon as he his the ground without any restraints, he collapsed on his back, hoping the (slowly) fading sensation of dizziness would stop soon.
"Yeah. Yeah, whatever." He wasn’t sure telling them was the right thing to do. He didn’t really want to tell them about this.
He did gross stuff plenty on his own and never felt ashamed, but this was a defeat. He’s been defeated, lost fights, returned to the treehouse with bruises bigger than the one he gave Bruce. But a defeat from those guys. It was different, it meant he still wasn’t at the top of his game and it was just a tad embarrassing.
Eventually, when he hoped the others had actually left, he sat and checked his surroundings, leveling himself to his feet and heading back to his house. Not the treehouse, not now. But it’ll definitely before the implied later tonight the DC were so keen on.