[ it's after yet another failed attempt to run so fast he breaks through wonderland's barriers he heads back to his room — as dry as he should be, given he's capable of drying himself within seconds. he's about to flop onto his bed when he sees there's a message for him on his mirror. barry recognises the handwriting and pauses for a moment — a quick pause that may not even appear like one, given how quickly he seems to think these days — before he picks up that marker he's kept by the mirror in his room. ]
Yeah, well. [ barry shrugs his shoulders, uncommitted to finishing the response. he doesn't write it on the mirror, instead speaking as maleficent would to the glass. ]
🐻 mirror;
Hey, buddy. How's it going?
🐻 mirror;
Upside down, inside out.
🐻 mirror;
🐻 mirror;
You're Cisco's mirror, aren't you?
🐻 mirror;
[He can't see it, but there's definitely a smirk at the recognition. At least someone around here knows their stuff.]
Correct.