Bart Allen (
slowspeedster) wrote2011-01-10 03:37 am
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For Kon
Bart had been looking for Kon in a relatively half-hearted manner. He wanted to see him, sure, but he didn't know what to say. Tim was here, his Tim, or near enough. But there was also that strange encounter with Clark. So while his feet had brought him near Kon's hut, and the compound, and then back towards the treehouse, his mind was elsewhere.
So when he entered the clearing where Kon's statue stood, he was totally taken back by the figure sitting on the pedastal. Kon was there, brooding. At least, it sure looked like a brood from here.
"Hey, you hear about the new arrivals?"
So when he entered the clearing where Kon's statue stood, he was totally taken back by the figure sitting on the pedastal. Kon was there, brooding. At least, it sure looked like a brood from here.
"Hey, you hear about the new arrivals?"
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He didn't even have to hear Bart's answer. He was already letting out a long sigh of relief.
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"And if you were perfect, you wouldn't keep eating my dust."
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And no sooner had he thought that when he backed into a hole and ended up flailing, reaching instinctively for something to catch him.
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