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[khajidont]

Jaime's cell phone is more or less plugged riiiight into his brain, so he tends to pick up like 99% of the time! If not, however...

"Hey, Jaime here! Leave a message, and I'll get back to you ASAP."

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[khajidont]

[Jaime blinks at Bart as he registers the real point behind Bart's words, and while he thinks that Bart should probably pick apart how he feels, he's not so sure how anyone should feel about it. It's just a sucky business all round. If they can figure out how to remember what happens in Heropa once they get to go back home, Jaime thinks it'll be weird to meet a Wally that's ten years his senior, to meet Bart as a complete stranger --

-- but then, where he's from, Bart is dead. They all have things that they'd rather ignore while they're here, so instead he says, like the boring soul he is,] Sorry man, I only use circles.

[This trip is to get Bart away from all that stuff, after all.] C'mon, let's grab a few bags of burgers and chicken-whatevers to fulfill your need for those chicken wheezers - [that's what he said, right?] - and we'll head back out to the desert.

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You're missing out on a whole market of Beetle stickers, hermano. [Repression and ignorance, the two staples of a DC teenager's life. The most necessary skills on maintaining even a shred of sanity in their line of work, in how their lives are getting twisted more and more with each passing day.

At leas Bart has the benefit of this stressful superhero life being way better than the world he grew up in.]

No no, no. Dude, Chicken Whizees. I don't care if you don't have them in this world if taste buds are the same across universes and I mean why wouldn't they be its a stupid thing to change you'll be mad at yourself for getting it wrong even once.

Uh- assuming we can find something close, here. [Still, he's grinning, already excited at the prospect of another bit of a run, especially one that's going to end in food.] Lead the way, Blue. Your alternate-state, you pick the burger joint.

hope you don't mind myskipping ahead a bit!

[khajidont]

Pfft, forget stickers, back home I got my own minigolf course. You, my friend, are thinking too small.

[It's the goofiest looking thing in the world. The cardboard cutout's eyes are looking in opposite directions, people have to hit the ball through his midsection, and they got half of his markings all wrong - and Jaime loves it to death. It's the most hilarious thing he's ever seen in the world, and that's counting the fact that they've got Blue Beetle nights at a local pub with his likeness etched on the glasses when he's not even legal yet.

One day, he's going to find the most inaccurate, most insulting piece of merchandise with him on it, and he's going to buy ten of them.

If Bart was expecting another run as fast as the first one, he'll be disappointed. Jaime keeps on getting distracted by how similar some things look, and how different others look, and while he doesn't say anything, it makes him slow down, staring pensively at the rows of unfamiliar places filled with unfamiliar people before heading on out again. He's gotten used to the feeling of homesickness by now, but it still makes something in his throat tighten, something in his stomach hurt. It's hard to tell any of that on Jaime on a good day, let alone with his mask on, but seeing El Paso like this brings it all up to the surface again.

Being here makes him feel like it would be just a short trip back home, and he'd be able to walk inside and see his family again. He'd give anything to be with them again, some days, to eat his father's familiar cooking and to tell his mother about his day, to cart Milagro around on his back before dumping her unceremoniously on the couch again. They're such small, insignificant things, but he knows that they're things that his family lived without for a year. They were strong, and he can be too.

Despite Jaime's notable lack of speed, they manage to hit up four or five promising - and inexpensive - burger and chicken joints, and soon they're full up on more food than Jaime can possibly stomach, but that's what Bart's for.] Okay, [he says, as they walk out of the last place,] I think that'll about do it. There's just one more place I wanna check out.