Text - TimSteph
Steph: Going for a walk where?
Steph: A walk in your room?
Steph: Are you doing laps?
Tim: I should
Tim: outside
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Text - TimSteph
Steph: Going for a walk where?
Steph: A walk in your room?
Steph: Are you doing laps?
Tim: I should
Tim: outside
Text - TimSteph
Steph: Hey where are you?
Steph: I haven't seen you all night and Jason said he hadn't seen you either
Steph: Not that he was probably paying attention but still
Steph: Where are you?
Tim: Just going for a walk
Tim had no idea why he decided to come here. Well, a part of him did but he tried to ignore that part and just think about one thing right now; and that was to feel better; to not feel like he wasn’t able to breath. Luckily for him, or unlucky for him; depending on who you asked; Tim noticed Cassie; she was dressed in all white; Marie Antionette and had a stunning look on her. He didn’t think, he just walked over to her and took her hand. “wanna come for a walk with me?” he asked; not letting go of her hand and just gently guiding her after him. @cassiesandsmarkk
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Tim: [ unsent ] I think I'm still in love with my ex
Tim: [ unsent ] but I can't tell her, because she is with someone new now.
Tim: Wanna see a movie?
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splintered walls, the smell of mildew, faint music from above. cassandra’s senses run on overload, her fingers flexing, then turning to fists. when she frowns, her brow furrows along with it, and she can tell that the tour guide is becoming troubled by the expression. three apartments later, and cassandra can’t seem to remember why she wanted to come out in the first place–the manor is home. does that mean the rest of gotham can’t be home? “stop. …please,” she remembers to say please this time. “i don’t like it here,” she signs to tim, a silent sigh leaving her. there’s a pause in hand movements, almost like she’s unsure which words sound the least offensive–not that tim would mind, she doesn’t think. “how do i tell her this place is very bad without making her sad?” it’s not the guide’s fault, she thinks. it’s this city. cass looks around one more time, and finds herself missing the manor.
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Cassandra was someone very special to Tim, and he would always do whatever he could to make her happy. She was and would always be his sister, and everything that came with it. Learning sign language had not been a question, it had been something that fell natural to him; since she was his sister. This wasn’t the most calming thing do to do, not even for someone like Tim. Apartment hunting truly wasn’t an easy task, so when Cass had asked him to come with her; Tim had of corse said yes. He wanted her to stay in the manor, but he could also understand why she might wish to try something new; something else. “It’s okay” Tim told her, knowing she could read his lips. Looking at the guide he said “It’s not quite right right place” the young male gave her a gentle smile before turning to Cass and signed “We should get out of here” This guide lady, she was nice but Tim had not liked how she kept addressing him, and not Cass; since she was the one looking for a place to rent. It almost seemed like the lady saw Cass as someone who needed help. And truth be told, yes sometimes she might need help but no in the sense that most people thought of. “Let’s go” Tim added to Cass as he gently placed an arm on her shoulder to slightly push her forward, so the two of them could get going. “We have one more place to look at, if you want”
Tex: Tim/Ed
Edward: The only use for a candle that electricity and heat may not have would be to set a mood
Edward: Great! Friday. Mark it in your schedule, I don't want you to be late. 8pm
Edward: [Location sent]
Timothy: Fair point
Timothy: Already done
Timothy: :D
Tex: Tim/Ed
Edward: Then there's no need for me to remind you
Edward: A hot steamy candle...
Edward: Is this a clue? Are you trying to tell me something?
Edward: It'll meet all your expectations, I promise
Timothy: No, not really
Timothy: But thank you
Timothy: I just think candles are useful
Timothy: Okay, good!
Tex: Tim/Ed
Edward: You're not a cat, Timothy
Edward: You're human
Edward: And I won't be the last, I'm afraid!
Edward: A candle
Edward: I'm excited for you to see my show. I think you'll like it
Timothy: I know that for a fact, most people tell me once a week
Timothy: A hot and steamy candle, yes
Timothy: I hope so!
Tex: Tim/Ed
Edward: You know most healthy adults need between seven to nine hours of sleep every night to function at their best?
Edward: You should get some rest, Tim
Edward: Yes! Actually. Come by the Narrows Friday. I'll send you the address. I play a game every week with the people here... I bet you might be able to get half way through it
Timothy: Two thirds of a cat's life is spent asleep.. I don't want to be a cat
Timothy: It's a deal
Timothy: I know, you are not the first one telling me
Timothy: You measure my life in hours and I serve you by expiring. I'm quick when I'm thin and slow when I'm fat. The wind is my enemy. What am I?
text: you know it's just because i'm worried about you right? Oh lol I knew that.
Text: Yeah, I do know that. It’s just us.
Tex: Tim/Ed
Edward: *your
Edward: Despite that little grammar mistake, you can still be my favourite robin
Edward: The city is pretty vague. I live with Oswald at the moment. He's quite wonderful
Edward: It's just I work in the Narrows. The point is they're all idiots and you should come by and show them how it's done. Come play my game
Timothy: I'm on my 18th hour of no sleep, don't judge
Timothy: Isn't that what you guys like being, vague
Timothy: Do you wanna play a game Ed?
Text - TimSteph
Steph: Now you want to sleep in your cold bed?
Steph: You're ridiculous, Tim
Steph: I miss you too
Tim: I should
Text - TimSteph
Steph: It seems like you don't want to
Steph: Whatever
Steph: I'm tired
Tim: Gonna sleep now
Tim:
Tim: Miss you
Tex: Tim/Ed
Edward: You're always right, that's why you're my favourite robin.
Edward: Forward, aren't you?
Edward: Where do you live anyway?
Timothy: I'm you're favourite in general
Timothy: Yes I am
Timothy: Got a apartment in the city
Tex: Tim/Ed
Edward: Correct!
Edward: See, that's how you solve a riddle. Well done.
Edward: I swear, it's like I'm surrounded by idiots in the Narrows. It's not that hard to answer a riddle
Timothy: I knew I was right.
Timothy: It's the Narrows, what do you expect?
Timothy: Move in with me
Text - TimSteph
Steph: It's fine
Steph: I'm used to you not talking to me now
Tim: It's not like I don't want to
Tim: sort of
Text - TimSteph
Steph: Fine then we don't need to talk
Steph: Whatever
Tim: I'm Sorry
Tim: (unsent) for everything