quicklog: flash/mj comic books
[Currently, the Flash Zone was playing some sports podcast that to the untrained ear sounded like some monster named Brock ate a barrel worth of drugs and burned a bunch of money. This was not completely out of the norm and it shouldn't have surprised anyone that Flash was the kind of guy who liked sports radio. It went on for a couple more minutes after their convo on the journals ended before it shut off suddenly and he opened the door. In his hand was a roughed up copy of Tomie with dog eared edges and a coffee stain on the spine. The inside pages were perfect, though, like he tried really hard to not eat anything while actually reading it. Flash was wearing a shirt that was meant to put some nerd minds at ease but probably just perpetuated the dude bro look he had going.
He held up the copy of Tomie and handed it to her when she came out into the living room.] Prepare to have your mind blown, dude. [Flash grinned like a dumbass, but he seemed pretty happy that she'd read his nerd comic books. Especially one that was so fucking gross and scary. That was legit cool.]