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slowly winding down

Jun 17, 2011 23:52

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 ( Read more... )

tim drake-wayne, timothy, misaka 10032

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misakanetwork June 18 2011, 03:57:58 UTC

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.

redripoff June 18 2011, 04:04:11 UTC

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?"

misakanetwork June 18 2011, 04:07:43 UTC

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.

omggggg so CUTE redripoff June 18 2011, 04:09:36 UTC

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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bridalgownwings June 18 2011, 04:09:41 UTC

It is dark, it is early but in a place like this it is never a bad hour nor a good hour, it is simply time. The seconds, minutes and hours tick by without much semblance in the realm of the facility and with his on and off again schedule of sleep, Timothy is not prone to set hours particularly since dream week and the injuries that followed keeping him up at the proverbial night. Still, he is resting, trying to ignore the small throbbing of pain that still remained within his hands, upon his leg and the bruises that scattered his body. It was something he could deal with as he was no longer writhing in a state of near death. Turning over onto his side, eyes lightly shut he lets out a sigh but the breath is interrupted when he hears the knocking on the door and it stirs him.

Pushing himself up from lying down, he switches on the light before twisting his body from the sheets and standing up slowly. Carefully taking steps to the door, he wraps a bandaged hand around the handle and pulls it open.

"Tim?" He looks and sounds quietly

redripoff June 18 2011, 04:16:03 UTC

When he hears Timothy's voice, he immediately feels miserable for dragging his problems here. Timothy has enough to worry about with recovering, he shouldn't have come here. Tim takes a step back, head bowing apologetically.

"Hey. Uh." Drags a hand over the back of his neck, heeling brushing over slowly-blooming bruises. He adjusts his collar. "Listen, I'm--really sorry about this. You--I just need a place to stay. Tonight. I don't wanna bother you, I'll sleep on the floor, it's just for like...forty minutes, I just need a quick cycle--

"If--if that's okay."

bridalgownwings June 18 2011, 04:22:11 UTC

The others apologetic nature is obvious but Timothy's more worried than insulted by the other showing up at his door. Tim does not seem like the one to request for help, for something even as simple as shelter, easily and so it is slightly perturbing to see him there, acting nervous and with injuries slowly coming to light as his eyes adjust to the scene and surroundings. A pause and he shakes his head, not at denial but the first thing he does is reply with a soft and even tone, concern evident.

"Tim." He comments quietly and evens his eyes to the others face as he steps to the side, a silent cue to enter.

"You can stay as long as you want, don't ever worry about it but--are you alright?"

redripoff June 18 2011, 04:32:19 UTC

He comes inside humble, slouched into himself and avoiding eye contact. "I'm okay. I'm." Tim paces a small circle on the floor, scrubs his palm over his face. "My brother came into my room. Barnes--Barnes took him out, but I can't--be there right now, just--" Both hands stop over his eyes, fingertips just digging into his hairline. A hard swallow. "I'm sorry. I should've--I didn't want to call, but I should've warned you I was. Was on the way. I'm--sorry."

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