Re: log: gwen/flash at the apartment
Flash couldn't help chuckling at the dorkiness. It was always fucking great. "Yeah, okay." He smirked and put his shoulder against the wall as he looked at her. The fact this was uncharted territory figuratively in a literally familiar place was tripping him out a little. But, he was happy to see her and that was a good way to start. "Fuck man, you can't just ask me. We gotta do a full evaluation after tonight to see if it was better for the both of us. It's fucking easier to do this shit over text. But, it just doesn't feel- holy shit your place is small."
He poked his head in and gave her a look like 'the league could only give you enough to afford this shit?' It was dorm room levels of tiny and dude they even managed to have a bigger place in New York. Granted, she was loaded then. Flash deliberately brushed past her when he walked inside, pretending like he was trying to protect his skateboard from banging on the door threshold. Which, for the record, was the most beat up skateboard in Repose. If not the only.
He balanced it on the wall near her bed and then gave himself a tour of the tiny place. He liked the posters, thought the kitchen looked barely safe enough and tried not to get awkward that her bed was kind of the only place to sit besides the tiny table in the kitchen. Flash turned to look at her and then sat on the bed, pulling his hat off and running his hand through his blonde hair.
He sighed like a dude, a real short angry thing that sounded like a silent shout and then he looked up at her. Blue eyes full of freaking out, despite all the cool guy shit he tried to dress himself up in. "I got a whole speech planned out in my head, but I don't want to talk at you that's fucking stupid. You don't think I'm being real, huh? That's why you were playing it off on the forums? I got that right?"