Tim Stoked

Do Not Disturb (Unless You’re Martin)

[the-h0t-one]

Hello Beautiful Hellsite!

It’s good to be back!

For you lovely folks that would like to know who I am: I’m Timothy Stoker, one of the few archival assistants that tends to the research of those spooky statements!

In my own willingness and orders from double boss, I’ve created this account for professional and other services.

Anyways, that’s all there is to it, I’ll be around for any sinister happenings and I’ll see you guys soon!

—

Mod: It’s ya boi, @m0on-shro0m, back at it again. This time it’s because of @strandsoftealeaves and @not-qualified-for-your-bull aka Helined and Dylan<3

If you’d like to see my side rp-blogs related to TMA/TMAGP, here they are: @gordonalanjohnson and @teddyvaughn1975

[wasyago]

wow haha i love life series im sure nothing bad will ever happen to this group

[the-h0t-one]

[A tape clicks on.]

"For fuck's sake, what happened to the connection?!"

"I don't know! You're the one who usually knows this stuff!"

"Not all the time! Besides- it's on! It's on!"

"Oh-!" [Sounds like...shuffling, almost.]

"Tim? Hey, it's me. It's- it's Sasha. God, I hope you can hear this."

"It's about Martin. I'm sorry."

@the0nlys4shajam3s

[Tim perks up from his women’s health magazine.]

[It’s been…a while since he’s heard that voice. That voice that doesn’t stick out from his memories.]

[Although it’s been a long while either way, as he just then came back to the institute. After growing more weaker and sicker by the day, even ruining his…date…with Jon, it was decided by his senses that he needed to come back.]

[So all he does is stay in archival staff room. Accompanied only by the cold fog that appears when he’s alone.]

[And now, a leftover tape from probably Jon or Martin or whoever else, is talking to him with this “Sasha” voice. Daring to mention Martin’s name.]

[the0nlys4shajam3s]

"I...we don't know where he is. We really don't. His- his fucking flat is covered in cobwebs- I can't even tell if they're from aer or-"

[A shivering, rattling sound.]

"We've looked everywhere we can, and- ae's not anywhere we can see."

[original-elias-bouchard]

"So, we decided to ask you if you could help find him. Again, we've looked everywhere we can and he's nowhere we can reach."

[the0nlys4shajam3s]

"I'm sorry we have to ask you of this. I really am."

[the-h0t-one]

[The chair he had slouched in was immediately sent spinning.]

[Grabbing the tape recorder and rushing before the fog could creep up on him.]

[There wasn't a thought in his mind other the concerning thought to where Martin was.]

[He can't believe he's went so long without realizing the lack of Martin's presence. The lack of share tea and short conversations before Martin left to do more work for the damn Beholding.]

[Tim smashes his fist against on the hallway's wall.]

[Another one that's gone under his radar.]

[He can't keep having this happen. He can't lose any more people he loves.]

[The cold fog catches up, comforting the open wounds of pain and suffering.]

[No]

[He won't hesitate. He will not let his burning suffering hold him back.]

[He will not give up Martin.]

[the0nlys4shajam3s]

"But please. Just- just don't hurt yourself over it, okay? If anything happens that kills you or- or hurts you, don't do it. I don't want that. Martin wouldn't want that."

[the-h0t-one]

[Recovering from the now punctured hole in the wall, Tim continues to charge without listening to word of the tape said other then where Martin could be.]

[The first place he would look would be Martin’s flat, obviously. If aer wasn’t there, then Tim would search for any place he knew ae’d liked to go.]

[the-h0t-one]

[A tape clicks on.]

"For fuck's sake, what happened to the connection?!"

"I don't know! You're the one who usually knows this stuff!"

"Not all the time! Besides- it's on! It's on!"

"Oh-!" [Sounds like...shuffling, almost.]

"Tim? Hey, it's me. It's- it's Sasha. God, I hope you can hear this."

"It's about Martin. I'm sorry."

@the0nlys4shajam3s

[Tim perks up from his women’s health magazine.]

[It’s been…a while since he’s heard that voice. That voice that doesn’t stick out from his memories.]

[Although it’s been a long while either way, as he just then came back to the institute. After growing more weaker and sicker by the day, even ruining his…date…with Jon, it was decided by his senses that he needed to come back.]

[So all he does is stay in archival staff room. Accompanied only by the cold fog that appears when he’s alone.]

[And now, a leftover tape from probably Jon or Martin or whoever else, is talking to him with this “Sasha” voice. Daring to mention Martin’s name.]

[the0nlys4shajam3s]

"I...we don't know where he is. We really don't. His- his fucking flat is covered in cobwebs- I can't even tell if they're from aer or-"

[A shivering, rattling sound.]

"We've looked everywhere we can, and- ae's not anywhere we can see."

[original-elias-bouchard]

"So, we decided to ask you if you could help find him. Again, we've looked everywhere we can and he's nowhere we can reach."

[the0nlys4shajam3s]

"I'm sorry we have to ask you of this. I really am."

[the-h0t-one]

[The chair he had slouched in was immediately sent spinning.]

[Grabbing the tape recorder and rushing before the fog could creep up on him.]

[There wasn't a thought in his mind other the concerning thought to where Martin was.]

[He can't believe he's went so long without realizing the lack of Martin's presence. The lack of share tea and short conversations before Martin left to do more work for the damn Beholding.]

[Tim smashes his fist against on the hallway's wall.]

[Another one that's gone under his radar.]

[He can't keep having this happen. He can't lose any more people he loves.]

[The cold fog catches up, comforting the open wounds of pain and suffering.]

[No]

[He won't hesitate. He will not let his burning suffering hold him back.]

[He will not give up Martin.]

[the-h0t-one]

[A tape clicks on.]

"For fuck's sake, what happened to the connection?!"

"I don't know! You're the one who usually knows this stuff!"

"Not all the time! Besides- it's on! It's on!"

"Oh-!" [Sounds like...shuffling, almost.]

"Tim? Hey, it's me. It's- it's Sasha. God, I hope you can hear this."

"It's about Martin. I'm sorry."

@the0nlys4shajam3s

[Tim perks up from his women’s health magazine.]

[It’s been…a while since he’s heard that voice. That voice that doesn’t stick out from his memories.]

[Although it’s been a long while either way, as he just then came back to the institute. After growing more weaker and sicker by the day, even ruining his…date…with Jon, it was decided by his senses that he needed to come back.]

[So all he does is stay in archival staff room. Accompanied only by the cold fog that appears when he’s alone.]

[And now, a leftover tape from probably Jon or Martin or whoever else, is talking to him with this “Sasha” voice. Daring to mention Martin’s name.]

[not-qualified-for-your-bull]

(ooc: closed rp(?) with @the-h0t-one)

*jon takes a deep breath, it’s fine it’s fine it’s fine.*

*they pace outside the door to the restaurant, it’s still early, right?*

*why did he have to put on a skirt he hasn’t worn one in years goddamnit.*

*it’s fine it’s fine it’s fine it’s fine it’s fine.*

*ey sit on a small bench just outside, picking at a loose thread on eir sleeve.*

*is that him? Should Jon call out?*

*sol gives a small wave. If it’s not him, then it’s fine. Just a friendly wave at a random stranger- OH! That is him!*

*jon picks up the small bouquet of flowers he’d bought and stands.*

“Hi.”

*great job.*

[the-h0t-one]

[Tim had just been trudging through the streets, his eyes wandering up from his phone.]

[It was then he spotted the restaurant along with Jon sitting down upon the bench outside.]

[Within immediately recognition on both sides with transferred friendly waves, Tim noticed his boss in front of him wearing a skirt—which he thought nothing bad of—he just wasn’t expecting the boss who always dressed like a stick-up professional, would be wearing something so…cute?]

[Sun then distracted him with a bouquet of Rhododendrons, Daffodils, and Columbine. Tim stared down at the colorful flowers before looking up at Jon. Flush of pink shaded Tim’s cheeks (that may or may have not been there since the beginning of week).]

Hi…Jon. Are those for…me?

[not-qualified-for-your-bull]

*fuck fuck fuck he was looking at the skirt sol knew it looked stupid fuck fuck fuck.*

“Uh- yes, yes, they are. I- I didn’t know what you liked, so… I just. Went with the meaning rather?” *they hold out the flowers to Tim.* “…. But of course if you don’t- if you aren’t a flower person I’m sure I can return them.”

*oh. wait, is Tim blushing? Or is it just the lighting?*

[the-h0t-one]

Oh no—I like them…thank you.

[Tim grabbed the flowers gently, leaning in to smell them for a second.]

[He himself wasn’t wearing anything you’d think he’d wear out on a date like this; Tim hadn’t been able to go back to his flat yet, so he borrowed a large dark blue jumper, his old pair of jeans he quickly put in a wash, and his usual shoes.]

[His eyes had flickered between Jon and his outfit.]

I…like the skirt. It suits you.

[not-qualified-for-your-bull]

*he likes the skirt. holy shit he likes the skirt. is he just being polite? what does 'it suits you' mean? is it the color? of course the color fits, he spent an hour making sure it did.*

*wait fuck jon's been quiet too long.* "ah, thank you. you look good- great, too. it's..." *it's.... not his jumper...* "very comfortable looking." *doesn't Martin have a similar-..... fuck.*

*... but this isn't martin you're on a date with, and it's not Martin who agreed to it, it's Tim. Tim just... is wearing a jumper too big for him. it's fine, stop over thinking.*

*jon clears their throat.* "so, shall we?" *he gestures towards the doors to the restuarant.*

[the-h0t-one]

[Tim nodded, following Jon’s gestures into the restaurant as he adjusted the jumper upon his button up.]

[He just wanted to get out of the cold atmosphere.]

[Once they were inside the restaurant and sat down and all the date settling, they both had been given menus.]

[not-qualified-for-your-bull]

*Jon taps a finger against the menu as they read. should... they be talking? how would he even start? what do people even do on dates?*

*should ey start the conversation or...?*

*oh god this is horrible...*

"so... how... was your day...?"

[the-h0t-one]

[He glanced up from the menu, his face wincing slightly before answering.]

It’s…fine, better then most, I guess.

[This definitely was a calmer day then most of the days where he’s alone.]

You?

[not-qualified-for-your-bull]

(ooc: closed rp(?) with @the-h0t-one)

*jon takes a deep breath, it’s fine it’s fine it’s fine.*

*they pace outside the door to the restaurant, it’s still early, right?*

*why did he have to put on a skirt he hasn’t worn one in years goddamnit.*

*it’s fine it’s fine it’s fine it’s fine it’s fine.*

*ey sit on a small bench just outside, picking at a loose thread on eir sleeve.*

*is that him? Should Jon call out?*

*sol gives a small wave. If it’s not him, then it’s fine. Just a friendly wave at a random stranger- OH! That is him!*

*jon picks up the small bouquet of flowers he’d bought and stands.*

“Hi.”

*great job.*

[the-h0t-one]

[Tim had just been trudging through the streets, his eyes wandering up from his phone.]

[It was then he spotted the restaurant along with Jon sitting down upon the bench outside.]

[Within immediately recognition on both sides with transferred friendly waves, Tim noticed his boss in front of him wearing a skirt—which he thought nothing bad of—he just wasn’t expecting the boss who always dressed like a stick-up professional, would be wearing something so…cute?]

[Sun then distracted him with a bouquet of Rhododendrons, Daffodils, and Columbine. Tim stared down at the colorful flowers before looking up at Jon. Flush of pink shaded Tim’s cheeks (that may or may have not been there since the beginning of week).]

Hi…Jon. Are those for…me?

[not-qualified-for-your-bull]

*fuck fuck fuck he was looking at the skirt sol knew it looked stupid fuck fuck fuck.*

“Uh- yes, yes, they are. I- I didn’t know what you liked, so… I just. Went with the meaning rather?” *they hold out the flowers to Tim.* “…. But of course if you don’t- if you aren’t a flower person I’m sure I can return them.”

*oh. wait, is Tim blushing? Or is it just the lighting?*

[the-h0t-one]

Oh no—I like them…thank you.

[Tim grabbed the flowers gently, leaning in to smell them for a second.]

[He himself wasn’t wearing anything you’d think he’d wear out on a date like this; Tim hadn’t been able to go back to his flat yet, so he borrowed a large dark blue jumper, his old pair of jeans he quickly put in a wash, and his usual shoes.]

[His eyes had flickered between Jon and his outfit.]

I…like the skirt. It suits you.

[not-qualified-for-your-bull]

*he likes the skirt. holy shit he likes the skirt. is he just being polite? what does 'it suits you' mean? is it the color? of course the color fits, he spent an hour making sure it did.*

*wait fuck jon's been quiet too long.* "ah, thank you. you look good- great, too. it's..." *it's.... not his jumper...* "very comfortable looking." *doesn't Martin have a similar-..... fuck.*

*... but this isn't martin you're on a date with, and it's not Martin who agreed to it, it's Tim. Tim just... is wearing a jumper too big for him. it's fine, stop over thinking.*

*jon clears their throat.* "so, shall we?" *he gestures towards the doors to the restuarant.*

[the-h0t-one]

[Tim nodded, following Jon’s gestures into the restaurant as he adjusted the jumper upon his button up.]

[He just wanted to get out of the cold atmosphere.]

[Once they were inside the restaurant and sat down and all the date settling, they both had been given menus.]

[not-qualified-for-your-bull]

(ooc: closed rp(?) with @the-h0t-one)

*jon takes a deep breath, it’s fine it’s fine it’s fine.*

*they pace outside the door to the restaurant, it’s still early, right?*

*why did he have to put on a skirt he hasn’t worn one in years goddamnit.*

*it’s fine it’s fine it’s fine it’s fine it’s fine.*

*ey sit on a small bench just outside, picking at a loose thread on eir sleeve.*

*is that him? Should Jon call out?*

*sol gives a small wave. If it’s not him, then it’s fine. Just a friendly wave at a random stranger- OH! That is him!*

*jon picks up the small bouquet of flowers he’d bought and stands.*

“Hi.”

*great job.*

[the-h0t-one]

[Tim had just been trudging through the streets, his eyes wandering up from his phone.]

[It was then he spotted the restaurant along with Jon sitting down upon the bench outside.]

[Within immediately recognition on both sides with transferred friendly waves, Tim noticed his boss in front of him wearing a skirt—which he thought nothing bad of—he just wasn’t expecting the boss who always dressed like a stick-up professional, would be wearing something so…cute?]

[Sun then distracted him with a bouquet of Rhododendrons, Daffodils, and Columbine. Tim stared down at the colorful flowers before looking up at Jon. Flush of pink shaded Tim’s cheeks (that may or may have not been there since the beginning of week).]

Hi…Jon. Are those for…me?

[not-qualified-for-your-bull]

*fuck fuck fuck he was looking at the skirt sol knew it looked stupid fuck fuck fuck.*

“Uh- yes, yes, they are. I- I didn’t know what you liked, so… I just. Went with the meaning rather?” *they hold out the flowers to Tim.* “…. But of course if you don’t- if you aren’t a flower person I’m sure I can return them.”

*oh. wait, is Tim blushing? Or is it just the lighting?*

[the-h0t-one]

Oh no—I like them…thank you.

[Tim grabbed the flowers gently, leaning in to smell them for a second.]

[He himself wasn’t wearing anything you’d think he’d wear out on a date like this; Tim hadn’t been able to go back to his flat yet, so he borrowed a large dark blue jumper, his old pair of jeans he quickly put in a wash, and his usual shoes.]

[His eyes had flickered between Jon and his outfit.]

I…like the skirt. It suits you.

[not-qualified-for-your-bull]

(ooc: closed rp(?) with @the-h0t-one)

*jon takes a deep breath, it’s fine it’s fine it’s fine.*

*they pace outside the door to the restaurant, it’s still early, right?*

*why did he have to put on a skirt he hasn’t worn one in years goddamnit.*

*it’s fine it’s fine it’s fine it’s fine it’s fine.*

*ey sit on a small bench just outside, picking at a loose thread on eir sleeve.*

*is that him? Should Jon call out?*

*sol gives a small wave. If it’s not him, then it’s fine. Just a friendly wave at a random stranger- OH! That is him!*

*jon picks up the small bouquet of flowers he’d bought and stands.*

“Hi.”

*great job.*

[the-h0t-one]

[Tim had just been trudging through the streets, his eyes wandering up from his phone.]

[It was then he spotted the restaurant along with Jon sitting down upon the bench outside.]

[Within immediately recognition on both sides with transferred friendly waves, Tim noticed his boss in front of him wearing a skirt—which he thought nothing bad of—he just wasn’t expecting the boss who always dressed like a stick-up professional, would be wearing something so…cute?]

[Sun then distracted him with a bouquet of Rhododendrons, Daffodils, and Columbine. Tim stared down at the colorful flowers before looking up at Jon. Flush of pink shaded Tim’s cheeks (that may or may have not been there since the beginning of week).]

Hi…Jon. Are those for…me?

[the-h0t-one]

*jon leans against his kitchen counter, staring at their phone, and trying to find any reason not to text Tim. Their last messages were from….. a while ago….*

*they’ve talked before, it shouldn’t be that hard….*

*and besides, Tim was the one who first made the plan, sol was just. Reminding him.*

*fuck it, Jon has been much more scared before, he’ll be scared again and asking out Tim is the least of suns current worries.*

-

*tims phone buzzes with a new text*

“Hello, Tim. It’s Jon. I recall plans we made to get a drink, but noticed we have not had the time. I was wondering if you’d be free tomorrow night? I understand if not, we can reschedule. Thank you.”

-

*why the hell did he have to write it like a business email.*

-@not-qualified-for-your-bull

[Something buzzed in his pocket] [Tim glanced down before pulling out his phone. His eyes squinted. Then widened.] [It was Jon.] [Sun wanted to execute the plans. Plans that were made months ago...] [Tim sat there. Staring longer than a regular guy who had a regular relationship with their boss.] [But he wasn't regular, and his relationship with his boss was strained-well-guess that is a regular relationship. maybe.] [Either way, he wasn't sure what to do-accept it or what. He's heard of the breakup from Martin, which Tim comforted him to the best to his ability he has left.] [It didn't help Jon stalked him for about a month.] [But none of that stopped Tim from going ahead and moving his fingers along the screen's keypad.]

Bossman

Hello, Tim. It’s Jon. I recall plans we made to get a drink, but noticed we have not had the time. I was wondering if you’d be free tomorrow night? I understand if not, we can reschedule. Thank you. Sure that works

[not-qualified-for-your-bull]

*jon nearly jumps out of eir skin at the notification. He opens his messages and tries not to think too hard about Tim’s tone.*

*sol takes a moment to think about how to respond.*

-

“Good.”

-

*jon waits for a response for about two seconds, then adds:*

-

“Actually, I’d like to take you to dinner.”

-

*then Jon instantly regrets it, and spends so long trying to figure out how to delete a text, they almost don’t notice Tim’s reply.*

[the-h0t-one]

“What time?”

[not-qualified-for-your-bull]

*holy shit ok ok ok that’s. A lot further than he thought he’d get…*

-

“7pm?”

-

*sol puts their phone down, and takes a few steps from the counter. Holy shit. How did he do that.*

[the-h0t-one]

“That sounds fine by me”

[not-qualified-for-your-bull]

“Good.”

-

*was that too curt? Should they say more?*

-

“I’ll text you the name of the restaurant.”

-

*nice. Maybe. Possibly. Hopefully.*

-

“Have a good night, Tim. Sleep well.”

[the-h0t-one]

“Alr, you too”

-

[Tim exhaled.]

[He placed his phone down at his side. He laid across the sofa with a shiver.]

[God he felt like shit…]

[It was so cold and he felt like his life was being sucked out of him.]

[Although that didn’t matter. He just had to power through whatever this depressive episode was throwing at him.]

[the-h0t-one]

*jon leans against his kitchen counter, staring at their phone, and trying to find any reason not to text Tim. Their last messages were from….. a while ago….*

*they’ve talked before, it shouldn’t be that hard….*

*and besides, Tim was the one who first made the plan, sol was just. Reminding him.*

*fuck it, Jon has been much more scared before, he’ll be scared again and asking out Tim is the least of suns current worries.*

-

*tims phone buzzes with a new text*

“Hello, Tim. It’s Jon. I recall plans we made to get a drink, but noticed we have not had the time. I was wondering if you’d be free tomorrow night? I understand if not, we can reschedule. Thank you.”

-

*why the hell did he have to write it like a business email.*

-@not-qualified-for-your-bull

[Something buzzed in his pocket] [Tim glanced down before pulling out his phone. His eyes squinted. Then widened.] [It was Jon.] [Sun wanted to execute the plans. Plans that were made months ago...] [Tim sat there. Staring longer than a regular guy who had a regular relationship with their boss.] [But he wasn't regular, and his relationship with his boss was strained-well-guess that is a regular relationship. maybe.] [Either way, he wasn't sure what to do-accept it or what. He's heard of the breakup from Martin, which Tim comforted him to the best to his ability he has left.] [It didn't help Jon stalked him for about a month.] [But none of that stopped Tim from going ahead and moving his fingers along the screen's keypad.]

Bossman

Hello, Tim. It’s Jon. I recall plans we made to get a drink, but noticed we have not had the time. I was wondering if you’d be free tomorrow night? I understand if not, we can reschedule. Thank you. Sure that works

[not-qualified-for-your-bull]

*jon nearly jumps out of eir skin at the notification. He opens his messages and tries not to think too hard about Tim’s tone.*

*sol takes a moment to think about how to respond.*

-

“Good.”

-

*jon waits for a response for about two seconds, then adds:*

-

“Actually, I’d like to take you to dinner.”

-

*then Jon instantly regrets it, and spends so long trying to figure out how to delete a text, they almost don’t notice Tim’s reply.*

[the-h0t-one]

“What time?”

[not-qualified-for-your-bull]

*holy shit ok ok ok that’s. A lot further than he thought he’d get…*

-

“7pm?”

-

*sol puts their phone down, and takes a few steps from the counter. Holy shit. How did he do that.*

[the-h0t-one]

“That sounds fine by me”

[the-h0t-one]

*jon leans against his kitchen counter, staring at their phone, and trying to find any reason not to text Tim. Their last messages were from….. a while ago….*

*they’ve talked before, it shouldn’t be that hard….*

*and besides, Tim was the one who first made the plan, sol was just. Reminding him.*

*fuck it, Jon has been much more scared before, he’ll be scared again and asking out Tim is the least of suns current worries.*

-

*tims phone buzzes with a new text*

“Hello, Tim. It’s Jon. I recall plans we made to get a drink, but noticed we have not had the time. I was wondering if you’d be free tomorrow night? I understand if not, we can reschedule. Thank you.”

-

*why the hell did he have to write it like a business email.*

-@not-qualified-for-your-bull

[Something buzzed in his pocket] [Tim glanced down before pulling out his phone. His eyes squinted. Then widened.] [It was Jon.] [Sun wanted to execute the plans. Plans that were made months ago...] [Tim sat there. Staring longer than a regular guy who had a regular relationship with their boss.] [But he wasn't regular, and his relationship with his boss was strained-well-guess that is a regular relationship. maybe.] [Either way, he wasn't sure what to do-accept it or what. He's heard of the breakup from Martin, which Tim comforted him to the best to his ability he has left.] [It didn't help Jon stalked him for about a month.] [But none of that stopped Tim from going ahead and moving his fingers along the screen's keypad.]

Bossman

Hello, Tim. It’s Jon. I recall plans we made to get a drink, but noticed we have not had the time. I was wondering if you’d be free tomorrow night? I understand if not, we can reschedule. Thank you. Sure that works

[not-qualified-for-your-bull]

*jon nearly jumps out of eir skin at the notification. He opens his messages and tries not to think too hard about Tim’s tone.*

*sol takes a moment to think about how to respond.*

-

“Good.”

-

*jon waits for a response for about two seconds, then adds:*

-

“Actually, I’d like to take you to dinner.”

-

*then Jon instantly regrets it, and spends so long trying to figure out how to delete a text, they almost don’t notice Tim’s reply.*

[the-h0t-one]

“What time?”

[the-h0t-one]

*jon leans against his kitchen counter, staring at their phone, and trying to find any reason not to text Tim. Their last messages were from….. a while ago….*

*they’ve talked before, it shouldn’t be that hard….*

*and besides, Tim was the one who first made the plan, sol was just. Reminding him.*

*fuck it, Jon has been much more scared before, he’ll be scared again and asking out Tim is the least of suns current worries.*

-

*tims phone buzzes with a new text*

“Hello, Tim. It’s Jon. I recall plans we made to get a drink, but noticed we have not had the time. I was wondering if you’d be free tomorrow night? I understand if not, we can reschedule. Thank you.”

-

*why the hell did he have to write it like a business email.*

-@not-qualified-for-your-bull

[Something buzzed in his pocket] [Tim glanced down before pulling out his phone. His eyes squinted. Then widened.] [It was Jon.] [Sun wanted to execute the plans. Plans that were made months ago...] [Tim sat there. Staring longer than a regular guy who had a regular relationship with their boss.] [But he wasn't regular, and his relationship with his boss was strained-well-guess that is a regular relationship. maybe.] [Either way, he wasn't sure what to do-accept it or what. He's heard of the breakup from Martin, which Tim comforted him to the best to his ability he has left.] [It didn't help Jon stalked him for about a month.] [But none of that stopped Tim from going ahead and moving his fingers along the screen's keypad.]

Bossman

Hello, Tim. It’s Jon. I recall plans we made to get a drink, but noticed we have not had the time. I was wondering if you’d be free tomorrow night? I understand if not, we can reschedule. Thank you. Sure that works

[the-h0t-one]

you should unionize

Honestly. I will.

[the-h0t-one]

hey want a beach episode?

Uhm Is Martin going?

[the-h0t-one]

BABY BANG IT UP INSIIIIIIIDDDDDEEE

You're evil

[the-h0t-one]

washing machince heart.

...

Don't talk to me about Mitski