[Tommy had actually had a pretty good time at the ball, despite his disappointment that Jakob hadn't been there. His costume - the black panther - was tight, but not particularly revealing, and thankfully didn't restrict his movement at all. Arriving back past midnight stinking of alcohol, he was on his way to bed when Jakob's bedroom door caught his eye. He knocked hesitantly, pushing the door open] Jakob? You awake? I missed you. [He tripped and fell onto the bed with a grunt] Jakob?
[He hadn’t really wanted to go out to the ball since superheroes weren’t exactly his thing. Besides, at every Diran event the assets were always in the dumbest, tightest costumes. It was supposed to be appealing, he guessed, but it wasn’t for him. He was half asleep when he heard Tommy knock on the door, figuring whatever the other needed could wait for tomorrow. He looked up when he felt the bed move] Tommy? [He asked groggily] What’s up?
tommymarlowe:
Not really. But if you’re making food I’ll have some.
[He smiles, starting to get out of bed] Alright. I thought you were scared of my cooking, though?
