(Untitled)

[ichoosefight]

WHO: Stephanie Brown and Tim Drake (and anybody in Zero, I suppose)
WHAT: Fevered rantings and what may or may not be sleepwalking
WHERE: Down in Zero! Around about Tim's cell
WHEN: Monday, December 20, laaaate at night. Possibly even the next morning.
WARNINGS: Most of what Steph says probably won't make sense. The truth of anything she says is

Comments

[peektuttut]

[He'd been messing around with the cards Kirk had brought him, busy glaring at the house he was building. It took patience, and careful consideration, and that was what he needed right then. But then there was a familiar blonde hacking up a lung and he knocked down the house as he was building the third level.]

Jeez - Steph, what are you doing down here? [He headed for the bars, reaching through for her shoulder.] You should be in bed!

[ichoosefight]

[ She finally catches her breath, hardly even noticing the contact. Her hand massages the front base of her neck. ]

Hey. I was looking for you. [ Sniffle. ] I think.

I thought maybe we should talk about stuff, since I have a captive audience. Finally. This never ever happens. Not about anything in particular. I just missed you. [ And completely off-topic: ] It's nice and cold down here...

[peektuttut]

Yeah, it's cold down here, and you should be in bed where it's warm. [God, why now, when he couldn't actually do anything? At least after Halloween he'd been able to take care of her.] Steph, come on. You're sick. You need to get to the infirmary.

[ichoosefight]

It's too hot up there. 'Sides, you're the one I'm worried about. [ COUGH HACK COUGH ] I miss you. Wait, I said that, didn't I?