Owl and & RP thread, special for Jason!
[Owl to Jason]
J,
G-Tower rooftop. Ten minutes.
T.
((OOC: EDIT! I'm going to go ahead and put an R/NC17 warning on this thing. xD; For language and... implications and... impending goings-on.))
Tim did NOT like that Jason was put into Gryffindor. Tim knew that he belonged in Ravenclaw, but for some reason what Jason had said really was starting to get to him - was he the only vigilante crime-fighter not to get sorted into the red-and-gold? Probably.
Still, that wasn't important. Tim was smart. So he was in the drunk smart house. He had to admit though, having an open bar right there was kind of nice. Having house elves deliver you toast and jam was nice, too. Tim would deny that he was packing a little picnic lunch. It was late at night and not at all lunchtime. What it WAS was time to see about that honey.
So, with some toasted bread, a few kinds of jam, and the jar that Dick had sent him, Tim headed up to the roof. Where he would hang out and wait for Jason. And if Jason didn't come, well, he'd throw little packets of marmalade at him through the window. Or something.
Tim pulled his scarf tight around him once he stepped out onto the roof. It was chilly! Which made it a good thing that he'd brought a thermos full of tea. So, come on Jase. Hurry it up.
J,
G-Tower rooftop. Ten minutes.
T.
((OOC: EDIT! I'm going to go ahead and put an R/NC17 warning on this thing. xD; For language and... implications and... impending goings-on.))
Tim did NOT like that Jason was put into Gryffindor. Tim knew that he belonged in Ravenclaw, but for some reason what Jason had said really was starting to get to him - was he the only vigilante crime-fighter not to get sorted into the red-and-gold? Probably.
Still, that wasn't important. Tim was smart. So he was in the drunk smart house. He had to admit though, having an open bar right there was kind of nice. Having house elves deliver you toast and jam was nice, too. Tim would deny that he was packing a little picnic lunch. It was late at night and not at all lunchtime. What it WAS was time to see about that honey.
So, with some toasted bread, a few kinds of jam, and the jar that Dick had sent him, Tim headed up to the roof. Where he would hang out and wait for Jason. And if Jason didn't come, well, he'd throw little packets of marmalade at him through the window. Or something.
Tim pulled his scarf tight around him once he stepped out onto the roof. It was chilly! Which made it a good thing that he'd brought a thermos full of tea. So, come on Jase. Hurry it up.