[ Barry goes so far as to say what he does before he's laughing. He hangs up without another word, zips into STAR Labs, changes into his suit, and makes the long-distance run towards Star City.
He's a streak of red and gold lightning, just a blur passing through streets and alleyways, along the freeway, and into the country side before he reaches the next city over. He isn't tired, he isn't out of breath, but when he reaches Oliver's hood, he's famished.
He could probably take about 850 tacos right now.
He pauses only to check his phone again for Oliver's address, and then he continues on.
Next thing Oliver Queen should expect is the sound of a buzzer, just a speedster asking for permission to come up. ]
[ He's not sure how much time it'd actually take for Barry to get there. It's a couple of hours if someone were to travel a more regular way which meant with Barry, the time would be cut tremendously. A couple of minutes, he said. But Barry also has a reputation of being late.
So it leaves Oliver to consider maybe he should freshen up, maybe try a shower. To which he immediately thinks, why would he need a shower to see Barry. And so instead, he takes the time to heat up some leftovers he'd ordered with Thea for lunch earlier that day, a few cartons of fried rice and honey chicken. He could probably order a fresh batch but Barry would get there before he'd even got the order in.
Laying out the food, he soon hears the buzzer, responding to it to let Barry come up. Knowing it wouldn't take long afterwards for the speedster to come up, he already opens his door, leaning against the frame. ]
You're late. [ Cue the already existing smirk. ]
LMFAOldskjf;dsf IT SURE IS i have z e r o regrets dont judge
A speedster is never late. He arrives precisely when he means to.
[ Yeah, Oliver probably won't get the reference, but that's fine. It's cool.
Barry pulls the cowl from his face, grinning at his host once unmasked.
The scent of food is tantalizing, wafting throughout the apartment like it meant to torture him. His stomach growls, right on cue, just as Barry pokes his head past Oliver's shoulder. ]
[ Of course Oliver doesn't know the reference, with five years absent of his life to have been keeping up with cultural references and then not bothering to catch himself up by the time he'd come back to the real world. But that doesn't stop him from grinning at the line, mostly because he assumes Barry made it up all on his own. And, well, it's a good line.
He draws back, holding out an arm to the kitchen. ] Freely available to you. Just don't eat it all.
[ Seeing Barry in costume makes him feel weird about himself, dressed in a regular navy sweater and slacks. No Green Arrow costume tonight. Because this wasn't meant to be a night of work, even if he'd made Barry assume it. Oliver's fault, really. ]
[ Barry says casually, moving past Oliver to get a sight at the food laid out in the kitchen. Honey chicken, bowls of fried rice - man, it's like a little tiny slice of heaven.
He turns back around to continue grinning at Oliver. ]
But first --
[ He moves in to wrap his arms around the other man.
Yep. You're about to be hugged by your pal Barry. Get ready for it, Oliver. ]
[ Oliver's eyes go wide at feeling sudden contact. Mostly because he hadn't been expecting it although he definitely should have. While he most definitely wasn't a hugger, he'd already accepted that Barry was and had long since fallen victim to the embraces.
Despite the fazed look and the subtle red in his cheeks (from the surprise), Oliver manages to give Barry a few returning pats. Even if, granted, they're a bit stiff. Give him some credit. ]
You're still with the hugging thing, huh? Hoped you'd grow out of it.
[ Though in truth, it doesn't bother him in the slightest. ]
[ Barry shakes his head, letting out a huff of laughter, before he's walking towards the kitchen and basically making a beeline for the food. ]
You don't grow out of hugging, Oliver. You just don't. You can learn to do it though.
[ Y'know. Case in point and all that ...
Nope, nope, Barry is just not going to make the obvious comment about Oliver needing a Hug Sensei or anything like that. Even if Barry would be an excellent teacher. He knows a thing or two about hugging. He's a great hugger. An Expert even.
[ Barry definitely gets him there. Because Oliver knows, he knows that he's the one who's behind with casual affection. Kissing is never a problem and getting into bed will most probably never be an issue but the friendly touches and the sentimental hugging has never been his thing. He'll blame five years of seclusion from most of the world on that. ]
Is that what you're doing, Barry? Teaching me?
[ He raises a brow, following him into the kitchen once he shuts the door.
The food is already laid out, cartons open all over the counter with a couple of plates and forks reading to be used. It's Oliver's version of setting up dinner. Even if he didn't make it himself, there was some effort here. ]
[ Barry can appreciate the effort Oliver went into. It's pretty clear, anyway, with everything laid out and heated up, cutlery and plates at the ready for his guest.
It's nice.
No.
It's sweet.
Barry always knew there was a part of Oliver that wasn't all broody darkness and mean quips. There's a nice guy there too, someone who believes in making the world good again. Or at least a safer, better place for the people. Barry can relate. Hell, it's what Barry fights for too.
(Well.
That and he does believe in making the world a better place.)
The food part happens pretty quickly. Barry shovels as much as is polite down his throat, feeling better after the second helping, and then feeling good after the thirdandahalf. They move from the kitchen to the living room, and from there, Barry is nosing around the place, looking for Oliver's personal effects, something that makes this place seem a little more ... Oliver.
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[ Barry goes so far as to say what he does before he's laughing. He hangs up without another word, zips into STAR Labs, changes into his suit, and makes the long-distance run towards Star City.
He's a streak of red and gold lightning, just a blur passing through streets and alleyways, along the freeway, and into the country side before he reaches the next city over. He isn't tired, he isn't out of breath, but when he reaches Oliver's hood, he's famished.
He could probably take about 850 tacos right now.
He pauses only to check his phone again for Oliver's address, and then he continues on.
Next thing Oliver Queen should expect is the sound of a buzzer, just a speedster asking for permission to come up. ]
IS THAT LITERALLY AN ICON WHY
So it leaves Oliver to consider maybe he should freshen up, maybe try a shower. To which he immediately thinks, why would he need a shower to see Barry. And so instead, he takes the time to heat up some leftovers he'd ordered with Thea for lunch earlier that day, a few cartons of fried rice and honey chicken. He could probably order a fresh batch but Barry would get there before he'd even got the order in.
Laying out the food, he soon hears the buzzer, responding to it to let Barry come up. Knowing it wouldn't take long afterwards for the speedster to come up, he already opens his door, leaning against the frame. ]
You're late. [ Cue the already existing smirk. ]
LMFAOldskjf;dsf IT SURE IS i have z e r o regrets dont judge
[ Yeah, Oliver probably won't get the reference, but that's fine. It's cool.
Barry pulls the cowl from his face, grinning at his host once unmasked.
The scent of food is tantalizing, wafting throughout the apartment like it meant to torture him. His stomach growls, right on cue, just as Barry pokes his head past Oliver's shoulder. ]
... is that honey chicken I smell?
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He draws back, holding out an arm to the kitchen. ] Freely available to you. Just don't eat it all.
[ Seeing Barry in costume makes him feel weird about himself, dressed in a regular navy sweater and slacks. No Green Arrow costume tonight. Because this wasn't meant to be a night of work, even if he'd made Barry assume it. Oliver's fault, really. ]
How was the traffic? [ Ahahaha. ]
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[ Barry says casually, moving past Oliver to get a sight at the food laid out in the kitchen. Honey chicken, bowls of fried rice - man, it's like a little tiny slice of heaven.
He turns back around to continue grinning at Oliver. ]
But first --
[ He moves in to wrap his arms around the other man.
Yep. You're about to be hugged by your pal Barry. Get ready for it, Oliver. ]
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Despite the fazed look and the subtle red in his cheeks (from the surprise), Oliver manages to give Barry a few returning pats. Even if, granted, they're a bit stiff. Give him some credit. ]
You're still with the hugging thing, huh? Hoped you'd grow out of it.
[ Though in truth, it doesn't bother him in the slightest. ]
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[ Barry shakes his head, letting out a huff of laughter, before he's walking towards the kitchen and basically making a beeline for the food. ]
You don't grow out of hugging, Oliver. You just don't. You can learn to do it though.
[ Y'know. Case in point and all that ...
Nope, nope, Barry is just not going to make the obvious comment about Oliver needing a Hug Sensei or anything like that. Even if Barry would be an excellent teacher. He knows a thing or two about hugging. He's a great hugger. An Expert even.
But first - food. ]
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Is that what you're doing, Barry? Teaching me?
[ He raises a brow, following him into the kitchen once he shuts the door.
The food is already laid out, cartons open all over the counter with a couple of plates and forks reading to be used. It's Oliver's version of setting up dinner. Even if he didn't make it himself, there was some effort here. ]
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[ Barry can appreciate the effort Oliver went into. It's pretty clear, anyway, with everything laid out and heated up, cutlery and plates at the ready for his guest.
It's nice.
No.
It's sweet.
Barry always knew there was a part of Oliver that wasn't all broody darkness and mean quips. There's a nice guy there too, someone who believes in making the world good again. Or at least a safer, better place for the people. Barry can relate. Hell, it's what Barry fights for too.
(Well.
That and he does believe in making the world a better place.)
The food part happens pretty quickly. Barry shovels as much as is polite down his throat, feeling better after the second helping, and then feeling good after the thirdandahalf. They move from the kitchen to the living room, and from there, Barry is nosing around the place, looking for Oliver's personal effects, something that makes this place seem a little more ... Oliver.
Maybe he just wants to know him. ]