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[oom: Iris takes it upon herself to begin a record of her stay through "letters" to her father.]

After trying to sleep on a table, in a booth, on the floor and on a chair next to the fireplace, Iris comes to one conclusion.

"This hoovers."

She slinks back to a table ~~If a speedster could slink.~~ and promptly buries her head in her hands. What follows is silent begging for something to render her unconscious so she doesn't have to worry about finding a room and paying for it. If there are rooms. If she has money.

She bangs her head on the table and then rubs her temples.

Yeah. This hoovers. Majorly.

[ooc: It will suck less if she had something to talk to though. *whistles innocently and trudges off to work not that this will prevent commenting*]

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[ooc: stupid typo]

She manages a tired grin. "You're mega-apocalyptic, Richard."

"Yeah. It's my metabolism. I'm like Barry, Thad and--"

Looks down. "Wally."

Iris is still not used to Wally being fourteen and not her father.

"Oh, are you a super hero too?"

She looks sheepish. "Sort of."

"Sort of? What, are you a super villain? Or have more toys than powers?"

He grins teasingly.

She chuckles. "I'm like a junior super hero. I'm called Kid Flash."

"Should I call you that or Iris?"

Amused. "Please call me Iris. I haven't exactly done anything heroic for you lately."

He laughs.

"All right, Iris. What sort of room would you like?"

"Hoo. My own room? I suppose something with lots of sunlight."

He nods and gets a key from bar.

"Here you are. It's on one of the upper floors. Should have lots of windows."

Impulsively and very quickly, Iris gives him a hug. "Thank you."

Richard gives a quick hug back.

"No trouble."

"And now I think I'm going to go pass out."

Waves. Then she's a yellow and red blur.

"Seeyoulaterthough."

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