virgil hawkins (static_shower) wrote in parabolical, @ 2009-10-01 20:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | bart allen/impulse, virgil hawkins/static |
Who:Virgil and Bart.
What: COMPLETE ADORABLE CUTENESS.
When: Just after the graffiti, backdated.
Where: Bradbury Building. Virgil's room.
Warnings:Who knows.
Virgil didn't know what else to say after Bart's reaction. He wanted to come see him? Virgil had just gotten tired and forgotten a day, that was it was. All it was. Nothing else. It couldn't be, he'd remember if it was..right? He didn't. That worried him, why would he just forget a day. It didn't make any sense, he wasn't sick. He just felt worlds of sore and achy. But not sick to the point of delusion or memory loss. Instead of staying on the computer to check more replies, he'd gotten off and curled up in bed trying to remember. Scared that he couldn't. They were all over reacting. It was nothing. Even the pain in his jaw was starting to go away already and it'd been less than twenty four hours.
He wasn't home yesterday. It was Sunday night. It was supposed to be Saturday night. If he wasn't home, where had he gone? Bart said patrol, but he remembered watching that lame movie with him. His arms were folded up under his head as he laid in bed, facing the wrong way. His head at the end where his feet should have been, and laptop down on the floor. Kitten in his bed beside him. The light was on low, trying to avoid fueling the already there dull throbbing he felt buzzing in the back of his mind. His eyes were only half open. Skin a little paler than normal, not looking entirely healthy..It wasn't normal to lose time.