Parker Swift | he?/they

"I'd do it for the bit."

I prefer Soder Cola anyway.

He seems open enough about it that they outright ask, "So what did [you] get out of it?"

"I think I caught the tail end of it? Don't quote me, my Worlds' History notebook is an unmatchable disaster. Lemme guess, something something world domination?"

They're figuring some kind of telekinesis, maybe? Hopefully a less irritating one than their 'brother-in-law.'

I imagine choreography comes into play."

"I think you [know] you're hot, or you've been living in some mirror-free monastery forever."

They lace their fingers behind their head, eyes on the sky when they aren't glancing her way.

"Speaking of - what [can] you do? For non-dipping purposes, I mean. With a name like Hammer Time,

"Hey, if anyone could..."

Maybe they just don't take anything seriously enough, but... part of them also notes that there's a lot worse people in the world than El. Couldn't hurt to give her a shot in the seat.

Well, some might hurt. But whoever those people were, they probably had it coming.

Ah, a woman of culture!

I have news for you about the best appetizer–

Just about. Maybe less? Hard to keep track sometimes, and some places.

"Thank god. Thought Kroc might raise an army."

...They're [mostly] sure El was joking. Hard to tell sometimes.

Girl, those might be chickens.

Some things didn't really change, even half a decade later.

They sit beside her, hands propping them up behind their back.

"What's the plan for Florida?"

a chocolaty stout that suits the chill of the night.

"How's the landing usually go? Always kinda wondered how powers like that didn't leave a crater."

"Huh. Hell of an invention. Leave it to humans to worry that much about gettin' sloshed, right?"

They offer her the neck of their bottle to toast before taking their own sip. For obvious reasons, the beer is decently strong but flavorful,

I don't even [do] anything. What the fuck.

Reports of my untimely demise are, as usual, disappointing because I could REALLY go for a nap right now.

God I wish...

"Oh, gross. You want a napkin or something?"

One is produced either way, along with a blur and a moderate gust.

"How's ruling the world going so far?"

"Oh, you go–"

Does speedster spit dry faster than– no, no. Focus.

"I have one of those every so often.

But. Yeah, mostly just been world-hopping a few years. You?"

"BUT I–"

PTHAH.

"Your glove tastes like fabric softener. I said 'I missed you, too.'"

Muffled 'I missed you too.'

Into her palm. The glove is a blessing.

IMMEDIATE yapping.

Noisy interruption.

Chuck E Cheese Found Dead

"What's the red one do?"