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Nov. 10th, 2017 01:09 pmBarry is in a great mood today, bopping along to an earworm he picked up listening to the radio. It's a Bruno Mars jam, and it has his head nodding and put a groove into his step as he hums and sings the words under his breath.
He's after some lunch and heads straight for the counter. Keeping time to the song in his head, he gives Bar a friendly greeting and tries to take his seat with a little style; instead of simply sitting on the stool he makes a nimble side hop up in an attempt to slide onto it.
The only thing is, in between the hop that should've easily landed him onto the stool and him actually landing on said stool, Barry looses a whole lot of height, and even more grace.
That sideways hip-slide he does turns into a hip-check and he hits the stool full on, knocking it over and coming crashing down with it with a yelp.
"Oh, come on, for real?" he exclaims when he's back on his feet, looking down at his hands and himself which is noticeably different. As is the octave of his voice, his surprise coming out much higher than it's been in quite a while.
"What the H is this?!"
He's after some lunch and heads straight for the counter. Keeping time to the song in his head, he gives Bar a friendly greeting and tries to take his seat with a little style; instead of simply sitting on the stool he makes a nimble side hop up in an attempt to slide onto it.
The only thing is, in between the hop that should've easily landed him onto the stool and him actually landing on said stool, Barry looses a whole lot of height, and even more grace.
That sideways hip-slide he does turns into a hip-check and he hits the stool full on, knocking it over and coming crashing down with it with a yelp.
"Oh, come on, for real?" he exclaims when he's back on his feet, looking down at his hands and himself which is noticeably different. As is the octave of his voice, his surprise coming out much higher than it's been in quite a while.
"What the H is this?!"

