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[yarnzipan]

Instructions:

• Pick a character of mine you'd like to play with.
  
• Figure out a character of YOURS you'd like to throw at them.
  
• Plug their names into THIS plot generator. Or this one. Or hey, either one of these. Post a picture. Or a list of words. A TFLN. WHATEVER YOU WANT.
  
• Make sure to put the character you want in the subject line.
  
• I'll reply with a starter and away we go!

Comments

[stands_for_hope]

"I'm here for the next few days," he explains honestly with a glance around the area. It's occurring to him that perhaps, they should go someplace a little more private so they don't garner too much attention. He points up to the top of a building, grins at Barry, and zooms up. He knows Barry will be there when he gets there, after all.

[scarletstreak]

"You should—" But Clark's gone before Barry has a chance to finish the sentence, and he grins and speeds off himself, the red streak right up the side of the building and skidding to a stop on the roof. "—come over for dinner," he finishes without a break, still grinning. "I can cook now, kinda."

[stands_for_hope]

"Or we could do dinner over Uncle Joe's," he points out with a little smile, "who I know can cook."

It's half teasing and half giving Barry an out that still involves him coming for dinner. All in all, there's nothing mean in it.

[scarletstreak]

"Okay, I guess Joe would be pretty mad if I didn't tell him you were around," Barry admits, because that's totally the reason Clark is suggesting they go over there. Not because Barry's cooking experiments in the past would not inspire confidence for the present. He is better than he was, but Joe is still the master.