He was all smiles and fidgeting legs, like he couldn’t force himself to stay still for more than an instant. He was a colt that only wanted to run around and around and not linger in pastures, wide, green, boring, and not in possession of enough excitement for him to get adrenaline from. Bart moved back and forth in a caged in pace. His limbs were in motion but he kept his eyes on her, because she was new and that made her interesting to him.
“Aw, there’s a lot of stuff to do here. You just gotta know where to find it. If you look hard enough you have to find something sooner or later.” Like movie theaters that showed old, stupid horror movies for twenty four hours straight, and amusement parks that could be fun if you forgot that it was one hundred degrees out to begin with. He’d tell her that there were so many things to keep you busy, tell her that the city was exciting and cool, when he got so bored that he had to leave the country for Mexico, New York and when he felt like it, Europe.
Bart halted when she mentioned video games. He turned to her, gave her a look that wanted to know if she was being serious or not. “I’m not that detached from reality. Or from this century. I’m all caught up with the video games and which ones suck and need to be destroyed.” He was running his mouth when her pursuers were so obviously coming at them, set on getting back what they thought belonged to them.
Bart stole a quick peak at them, rolled his eyes. “No, we can stick around. They’ll leave you alone after I test my theory. It works every time, and,” he said, circling to the side again, “It’s Bart. Impulse too, but only when I have the costume on. And since I don’t, you can call me Bart.”