Oh, look at that! [Wally bounces over to a game stall and grabs the purple foot of a hanging stuffed monster.] You want me to win this for you? It looks just like you!
[Hilariously enough, it doesn't occur to Wally that what he and Artemis are doing, technically speaking, could be classified as a date. They get a glance here and there, one woman titters to her friend about how 'they're so cute,' but Wally's too busy haggling with a cotton candy vendor about a "bulk discount" to hear it.
He doesn't get a bulk discount. But he does end up buying a turkey leg, and he is a masterpiece of carnage as he tears into it.]
Oh my god this place really is awesome. I'm gonna play hooky here forever.
[If Artemis rolled her eyes any harder, they would probably fall out of her head, but she's also kind of enjoying herself. It's hard not to have a good time in the carnival atmosphere and with Wally bouncing around like a puppy on speed. It's also a really good thing she's not feeling queasy any more, or the sight of Wally eating a turkey leg would definitely push her over the edge.
She catches the tail end of the woman's comment and whips her head around, but the culprit has already moved on. Okay, no. Why would someone even think that?]
Yeah, sure... I'll be over there. Get me when you're done... chewing.
[If you can even call it that.
She heads back to the game stall with the purple monster. It's a crossbow shoot. She smirks--oh yeah, like he was ever going to win that.
Three foam arrows later, Artemis has a purple monster she has no idea what to do with. And seriously, it looks nothing like her. Why would he even say that?]
Awww, you got it yourself. I wanted to reunite you with your long-lost twin. [Wally is no longer eating the turkey leg when he wanders back over, but he has now acquired a bucket of caramel popcorn to devour.]
[She points to the stall's sign, which says in big letters "CROSSBOW SHOOT"]
I was pretty sure I could handle this one myself. Here--since you like it so much.
[She thrusts the monster out to him. He can throw it away for all she cares--she definitely doesn't want to lug it around all day. That's the problem with midway games--sometimes you win stuff.]
Are you sure it's a good idea to eat all that before we go on the roller coasters?
[Wally has to juggle the stuffed animal and the bucket of popcorn, but he manages. Like hell he is throwing this thing away, look at it.]
Oh yeah, I'll be fine. I don't throw up. [He really does not. Even if he gets nauseous he doesn't throw up, because there's usually nothing in there to throw up.] 'Sides, I'm not the one who had to put her head between her legs from just a little one-fifty MPH run.
He can handle it. Can't you, buddy? Aww. [Wally shoves a kernel into the grinning mouth of the monster doll before he resumes snacking. The walk to the monster coaster in the back isn't so much a jaunt as an amble, and Wally has to stop and look at things on the way there like a hyperactive five-year-old.
He even drags Artemis over to a sunglasses hut and makes her try on a bunch before offering to buy the first pair she puts on that she doesn't absolutely loathe.] You look like Robin, but less paranoid. Slightly.
[Normally she'd argue, but hey, a pair of sunglasses will probably come in handy on the way home. She, of course, picks a pair of mirrored aviators. Artemis secretly thinks they make her look tough and she practices a few stern-faced poses in the sunglasses hut mirror.]
I'm not paranoid. [She turns one of her poses on Wally, hands on her hips] I'm badass.
[She sort of swaggers as they continue on their way. Add a pair of sunglasses and suddenly she thinks she's Maverick.]
[Wally, meanwhile, thinks this is hilarious.] With that hair and those glasses you look like one of those chronically angry highway patrolwomen. Hahaha! Or like puffed-up park security! Hah!
Ow. [geez artemis what are your joints made out of, knives] I'm just saying, with how tight that ponytail is, no wonder you're always irritable. [DO YOU WANT TO DIE OR SOMETHING WALLY]
[Death glare. Though it's behind shades, so ya know.]
Irritable?! Oh, so you think I'm irritable? No, Wally. This is a natural reaction to dealing with annoying, mouthy, know-it-all red heads all the time.
You deal with more than just me?! I'm wounded. I don't deal with more than one blond angry highway cop at a time. [wally seriously ur lookin to die
Luckily, the coaster is right up ahead and the line for it isn't too long. Thank god for weekdays. Wally perks up and jogs over to secure their place in line.]
Not one this big. Mom and Dad would take me to the state and county fairs when they came along, but y'know. The coasters in those things gotta fold up, so they dont' get too tall. [Wally crunches down the last of his popcorn and stuffs the bucket into an overflowing trash bin as they inch forward in line.
Artemis is in for the most frustrating thirty minutes of her life, because there's nothing more excruciating for a speedster than having to wait in line. Wally whines, complains, picks on Artemis, gets really annoying with that stupid stuffed monster and at one point actually lays down on the dirty, sticky ground while fake-crying about how long it's taking to get on the ride. Everyone around them is staring Wally, who doesn't notice, but they are also staring at Artemis like 'would you control that thing please']
[Everyone knows you don't want to get stuck with Wally on a stake out, so she's not exactly surprised that it isn't a delight to wait in line with him. At first she deals with it in the usual way--by glaring.
But gradually Wally, the Georgia heat, and low blood sugar (mostly Wally) wear down her resistance. When he starts throwing some kind of temper tantrum, Artemis has had enough. She's mortified and yes, irritable. It's not like she can pretend she doesn't know him--they've been waiting in this line with the same people forever and they're all looking at her to fix it.
She hauls him roughly to his feet (she's a strong girl, especially when she's mad) and speaks through gritted teeth, afraid of drawing even more attention.]
What is your problem? You're sixteen years old--grow up already. It's not cute.
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[She rolls her eyes and shoves him back, though it's more or less good-natured. Picking a roller coaster is the important thing here.]
You're the one who's been here before, not me. You pick something.
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Wally folds up the map and gestures toward a park sign. Thatta way to the badass ride.]
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[Okay, maybe he didn't say that. But she sort of assumed he knew what he was talking about which is why she let him drag her here.]
Whatever. Come on, let's go.
[She stomps off towards the sign because she TOTALLY KNOWS WHERE SHE'S GOING, THANKS.]
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[Hilariously enough, it doesn't occur to Wally that what he and Artemis are doing, technically speaking, could be classified as a date. They get a glance here and there, one woman titters to her friend about how 'they're so cute,' but Wally's too busy haggling with a cotton candy vendor about a "bulk discount" to hear it.
He doesn't get a bulk discount. But he does end up buying a turkey leg, and he is a masterpiece of carnage as he tears into it.]
Oh my god this place really is awesome. I'm gonna play hooky here forever.
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She catches the tail end of the woman's comment and whips her head around, but the culprit has already moved on. Okay, no. Why would someone even think that?]
Yeah, sure... I'll be over there. Get me when you're done... chewing.
[If you can even call it that.
She heads back to the game stall with the purple monster. It's a crossbow shoot. She smirks--oh yeah, like he was ever going to win that.
Three foam arrows later, Artemis has a purple monster she has no idea what to do with. And seriously, it looks nothing like her. Why would he even say that?]
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I was pretty sure I could handle this one myself. Here--since you like it so much.
[She thrusts the monster out to him. He can throw it away for all she cares--she definitely doesn't want to lug it around all day. That's the problem with midway games--sometimes you win stuff.]
Are you sure it's a good idea to eat all that before we go on the roller coasters?
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Oh yeah, I'll be fine. I don't throw up. [He really does not. Even if he gets nauseous he doesn't throw up, because there's usually nothing in there to throw up.] 'Sides, I'm not the one who had to put her head between her legs from just a little one-fifty MPH run.
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Okay, first off--I'm not a flash. I don't break the sound barrier on my morning jog, so "just a little one-fifty MPH run"? Not all that little.
Secondly--you try doing it with binoculars strapped to your eyes.
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Yes, Wally, I have super vision. Apparently I just wasn't awesome enough on my own without a super power.
[She says it sarcastically, but... it kind of bothers her.]
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[She pauses and watches him shovel popcorn in his face and the corner of her mouth quirks up.]
... So you understand why it's now extra gross to watch you eat? Seriously, there's not enough eye-bleach in the world.
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[She watches as the crumbs spray onto the purple monster with the kind of numb horror familiar to those who watch Wally eat on a regular basis.]
You're getting food on your new best friend.
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He even drags Artemis over to a sunglasses hut and makes her try on a bunch before offering to buy the first pair she puts on that she doesn't absolutely loathe.] You look like Robin, but less paranoid. Slightly.
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I'm not paranoid. [She turns one of her poses on Wally, hands on her hips] I'm badass.
[She sort of swaggers as they continue on their way. Add a pair of sunglasses and suddenly she thinks she's Maverick.]
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You clearly have no idea what you're talking about. [A beat] Wait, what's wrong with my hair?
[Tread carefully, Wally.]
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Irritable?! Oh, so you think I'm irritable? No, Wally. This is a natural reaction to dealing with annoying, mouthy, know-it-all red heads all the time.
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Luckily, the coaster is right up ahead and the line for it isn't too long. Thank god for weekdays. Wally perks up and jogs over to secure their place in line.]
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... and awesome.
She hurries to catch up with Wally and get in line.]
Have you ever been on one of these before?
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Artemis is in for the most frustrating thirty minutes of her life, because there's nothing more excruciating for a speedster than having to wait in line. Wally whines, complains, picks on Artemis, gets really annoying with that stupid stuffed monster and at one point actually lays down on the dirty, sticky ground while fake-crying about how long it's taking to get on the ride. Everyone around them is staring Wally, who doesn't notice, but they are also staring at Artemis like 'would you control that thing please']
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But gradually Wally, the Georgia heat, and low blood sugar (mostly Wally) wear down her resistance. When he starts throwing some kind of temper tantrum, Artemis has had enough. She's mortified and yes, irritable. It's not like she can pretend she doesn't know him--they've been waiting in this line with the same people forever and they're all looking at her to fix it.
She hauls him roughly to his feet (she's a strong girl, especially when she's mad) and speaks through gritted teeth, afraid of drawing even more attention.]
What is your problem? You're sixteen years old--grow up already. It's not cute.
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