Bloody idiots, for one. From the shelter of a doorway, he watches Donn run back and forth for a few minutes; at least, right up until the path of his flight calls for intervention. Even if running isn't his forte, he can still put on a good burst of speed when the occasion calls for it, palms slick with sweat and breaths heaving in and out between shouts.]
Have you lost your mind?! Watch where you're going!
[Because, bucko, that sure is a set of stairs on the road ahead- unobscured from the angle Barry runs towards him from, but to Donn? Utterly obscured by wavering clockroaches.]
you are the goatman, I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob
Bloody idiots, for one. From the shelter of a doorway, he watches Donn run back and forth for a few minutes; at least, right up until the path of his flight calls for intervention. Even if running isn't his forte, he can still put on a good burst of speed when the occasion calls for it, palms slick with sweat and breaths heaving in and out between shouts.]
Have you lost your mind?! Watch where you're going!
[Because, bucko, that sure is a set of stairs on the road ahead- unobscured from the angle Barry runs towards him from, but to Donn? Utterly obscured by wavering clockroaches.]