[THREAD;]
Who: Terry McGinnis and Siarnaq.
Where: Terry's shitty little apartment.
When: Night.
Summary: Pizza log.
Rating: PG-13.
Other: Ace the Dog is asleep, like most dogs are at 2am.
Batmaning - yes, he made his alter ego into a verb - about was quite taxing; given the fact that he also had to go to school so that he would be able to write notes for Sasuke. He felt particularly beat, but also fairly satisfied. Nothing big that would hit the televisions, but he certainly felt a little better about himself. Which helped given the fact that he stole a pizza from a shop with the skills that he used to catch criminals. He considered it a sort of balance and it wasn't like he had any real money to throw about to do much of anything. Hell, he napped in a diner half the time rather than go to his apartment because he couldn't afford the bus fare and didn't want to walk to it.
Opening the door of his apartment, Ace scurried in to plop down by the chair - finding that it was too tired to mess with even eating. His apartment was small, to say the least. Miniscule, to say the most. Bed, couch, dresser, computer area, TV chair were all in the same area. The small closet that held the toilet and shower were the only other additions. Which meant that the floor of the apartment was covered in a lot of clothes, boxes, and other such trash that teenagers seemed to accumulate. One would definitely not believe that this was the home of Batman. Which he would say was kind of the point, but it wasn't.
Pizza placed on the cardboard box being used as a table. He picked up the television remote to toss it at Siarnaq's head. "Hey, wake up. I brought …" Terry looked around the room to find the clock. "Breakfast. I guess."
Where: Terry's shitty little apartment.
When: Night.
Summary: Pizza log.
Rating: PG-13.
Other: Ace the Dog is asleep, like most dogs are at 2am.
Batmaning - yes, he made his alter ego into a verb - about was quite taxing; given the fact that he also had to go to school so that he would be able to write notes for Sasuke. He felt particularly beat, but also fairly satisfied. Nothing big that would hit the televisions, but he certainly felt a little better about himself. Which helped given the fact that he stole a pizza from a shop with the skills that he used to catch criminals. He considered it a sort of balance and it wasn't like he had any real money to throw about to do much of anything. Hell, he napped in a diner half the time rather than go to his apartment because he couldn't afford the bus fare and didn't want to walk to it.
Opening the door of his apartment, Ace scurried in to plop down by the chair - finding that it was too tired to mess with even eating. His apartment was small, to say the least. Miniscule, to say the most. Bed, couch, dresser, computer area, TV chair were all in the same area. The small closet that held the toilet and shower were the only other additions. Which meant that the floor of the apartment was covered in a lot of clothes, boxes, and other such trash that teenagers seemed to accumulate. One would definitely not believe that this was the home of Batman. Which he would say was kind of the point, but it wasn't.
Pizza placed on the cardboard box being used as a table. He picked up the television remote to toss it at Siarnaq's head. "Hey, wake up. I brought …" Terry looked around the room to find the clock. "Breakfast. I guess."