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[ His tone goes up a little bit and it nearly edges on something akin to being shrill, but he reins it in just barely and listens.
He listens and he finds that as much as his brain wants to tell him that this is the same James Jesse from his home, they're not. He can't be entirely sure because he honestly didn't read James' files and even if he had— it's debatable that it would have been this in depth.
This James— This Trickster was in it more for the game. The game of attention and thrill. Did of all of his Rogues just enjoy games when it came to being criminals? Is that why they let themselves be called the Rogues because they were different than most criminals— villains you'd find?
Right now, he kind of deeply regrets ever calling anyone Snart was involved with a merry band of rogues, he inadvertently influenced his own stupid future. ]
You could have hurt people with those things. Robbing planes if you can't always fly them correctly or even if you can't doesn't always end well. [ A pause and Barry's hand just clenches a little. ]
Because other you sniffed them like some people might sniff a cigar and I was honestly a little creeped out at how he reacted. God why couldn't you maybe just at least have that in common. That would be great.
[ He won't punch him. He can resist the urge to punch James in the face. It's not hard, just focus on the fact that the Flash wouldn't do that. ]
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[ He frowns, and sticks his tongue out in a clear eew, gross expression, because: eew, gross. ]
Even calling him other me makes me feel weird. Like I'm responsible for all that or something. Is that how you felt, with the whole alternate universes thing? I mean, minus the creepy.
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[ How you know Barry Allen dislikes someone intensely, he can't muster up a nice thing to say about them. Barry's mouth twitches into a frown and while he really was trying to prevent himself from punching him, yeah no, sorry James, there's your punch to the eye because you do not get to ask that question.
Predictably that's when the toy appear and Barry's taken enough off guard by that to not punch James again. ]
Yeah. You don't deserve that answer, but yes, it did kind of feel like that. Except instead of creepy I felt bad you guys were expecting older, wiser me. And now I'm just the baby gets to meet all of you in horrifying ways.
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Ooooooooowwwwwwwww! Jeez, you really don't look like you could punch that hard!
[ Or maybe Trickster is just a tremendous wuss. Or both. ]
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[ It would normally sound like a snappy comeback but it comes out out of his mouth slowly while he just watches the bouncy ball start bouncing into the kitchen for maximum effect. ]
Did you have toys in your hair?!? Or suit or what's with the toys?
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[ He's just gonna keep whining for a minute. It takes the edge off. ]
Jealous?
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[ Oh my god, James, just stop it's not even that bad. ]
Jealous that you produce toys when someone punches you. Oh, yeah, super jealous that I've got superspeed and you spontaneously produce toys. Do you listen to what you say?
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[ Chickens. Jesus he is not made to handle this bullshit. ]
Do you want me to punch you again?
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