slowly winding down

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Who: Tim Wayne and 1) Timothy, 2) Misaka #10032
When: 1) Dark of Friday morning, 2) Friday afternoon
Where: 1) 16D, 2) Common area of Suite 2
Summary: 1) After debriefing Bucky on THE SITUATION with Jason, Tim goes to find a room that he feels safe sleeping in. 2) The past two weeks warrant an actual drinking session. For real. Tim finds a partner

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[misakanetwork]

Misaka can barely lift her head when he knocks. She's never had any type of alcohol in her system, and this week is doing a number on her. Never the less, she makes a garbled sound, something between a slurred 'come in' and 'who is it'.

She's not really sure which one she was going for. She doesn't particularly think it matters at the moment.

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Is that 'come in'? He's fairly sure it is. Hopefully it is, because he's already opening the door when the thought strikes him. Tim leans in the door just barely at first. "Misaka?" He calls lightly and edges further in. "Are you in here?"

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Hilariously enough, Misaka wasn't even able to make it to the bed before she had passed out. So he gets a wave from the ground, and she shakily tries to pick herself up.

She manages slightly, sitting against her bed.

"'Mi-Misaka... Misaka greets.'"

Except for the fact she hadn't even greeted him.

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He laughs high in his throat, coming towards her and crouching to take hold of her hands and pull her up. "Come on, stand up. Are you drunk?"

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"No."

She tries to swat his hands, only to miss. "Misaka needs no help."

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"You're intoxicated." That's definitely a giggle. If she won't take his hands, then he'll just just hook his palms under her arms and lift her up!

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The world moves too fast for her slowed reactions to even do anything about it, and she's left mildly dizzy from being moved so fast.

Enough that she's pretty much leaning against Tim as she tries to remember exactly what just happened and why everything moved so fast.

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"Ah--Misaka?" He can't stop laughing. There's a lot of laughter in him right now for some reason, and her heat makes him a little dizzy, just a little. Careful not to jostle her, he shifts to sit on the bed, stroking her hair back out of her face. "You're so warm--come here, sit down."

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Whats his name again? Misaka can't seem to remember Tim's name at the moment, though the black hair rings bells in her head when she's finally sitting again. Only this time on the bed.

"'If Misaka was cold, Misaka would be dead,' Misaka ex- explains the biological process- processes."

She leans against him.

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"Well sure, but there's..." He takes an immense sigh, looking up to the ceiling and looping an arm around her shoulders. This will probably prove cruel as he lies back. "...there's a big difference between...living warm and the warm you are right...now."

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Misaka flushes as she's dragged back as Tim lays down. He's warm too, she notices.

"There is?"

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"Well, yeah." Brows furrow as he thinks about exactly what the difference is. His hand combs idly through her hair. "...You're...feverish. It's--I'm guessing it's the alcohol, presuming you've actually had anything to drink and you're not, in fact, ill--in which case I'd have to leave, but I find that case extremely unlikely considering the upkeep here."

The last bit rambles out quickly, and then he's just dead silent.

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[misakanetwork]

Misaka lifts her hand. She doesn't feel ill, at least. But it's better safe than sorry, right?

Right.

Her hand sparks, and she's doing her best to keep the calculations correct. Not that it works, and the result is something almost like a static shock being pumped into Tim.

Not that she notices.

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He flinches, free hand coming up for a second, and then he just laughs. It's not a giggle or a soft chuckle. It's an out-and-out belly-deep laugh, one that has his eyes watering, arms pulling more snugly around Misaka. "God! Did--did you just try to electrocute me?"

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"'O-Of course not,' Misaka denies, having checked her bio-bio rhyth...'"

She pauses, trying to remember what she was going to say. She gives up, trying for a different approach.

"Misaka would never electrocute you."

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"You have before." He teases, sort of looking down at her. It's hard to keep his head tucked like that. "Really bad."