Eventually the crowds of media wild ebb and he could manage to fly off.
"πΎπ€ππ π¨πͺππ ππ§π¨..." he snarled to himself as he was up in the air, flying back toward his penthouse. His thoughts on the speedster he'd let go. He's sure there would be a reprimand from those that watched him closest. And he didn't care. He was used to scolding and whatever bullshit that they'd have him do now to make amends.
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Date: 2025-08-26 06:44 pm (UTC)"πΎπ€ππ π¨πͺππ ππ§π¨..." he snarled to himself as he was up in the air, flying back toward his penthouse. His thoughts on the speedster he'd let go. He's sure there would be a reprimand from those that watched him closest. And he didn't care. He was used to scolding and whatever bullshit that they'd have him do now to make amends.