Tim Wayne: Cast13: Video

[redripoff]

If you know me, try not to get maimed, lacerated, bruised, sliced, eviscerated, decapitated, or otherwise injured. The same goes to the rest of you, but there's enough of you bleeding right now to keep a guy in anxious insomnia for a week.

Gabe, you were saying something about smiting?

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[notasidedick]

[Nope. Not going video. Not even for you. He sounds tired anyways.]

I don't need to hear a lecture because I already know it was stupid. I already feel stupid for it.

Are you here to make me feel more stupid because then go on. I'm ready.

[redripoff]

[his mouth pulls tight and he replies crisply.] Fine. Yes, sure--okay.

[It wouldn't take perfect vision to understand that he's less than fine, sure, okay with it, but Tim's already getting into the kit that they left here two days ago for an elastic bandage to loop over Dick's shoulder, to fashion a sling.]

[notasidedick]

You aren't going to start avoiding me again after this because you don't sound fine about it.

[Tim, your voice is so easy to read sometimes. Seriously. He's pretty sure you're going to go back to ignoring him or something.]

[redripoff]

[maybe he adjust Dick's arm into the sling a little roughly.] I do not want to talk about this, Dick, I'm serious.

[notasidedick]

[Wow, rude much Tim?] Ow. And you're making your point extremely clear nurse. I'll just go back and sit in my time-out corner.

[redripoff]

Stop. [He entreats again, backing up a few steps to crouch and dig under the desk for Dick's misplaced faciliberry.]

[OOC: hey, if I wrote up a quick message for it, would you be at all interested in putting up a network post from Dick's berry, written by Tim? Because that's what I was thinking...]

[notasidedick]

Can't see what I'm doing wrong. [He might have said that half jokingly. Only Dick would make jokes about his own misfortunes. Oh rightttt. Forgot he dropped it and forgot he kicked that stupid thing. Stupid thing.]

[OOC: Totallyyyyy fine with that C:]

[redripoff]

Stop sulking! [hissed from where he's now sitting on the floor, typing quickly at the retrieved Faciliberry.] It's not doing any good for you to sit around and fucking mope.

[notasidedick]

There isn't a lot I can do right now. I can smile like an idiot though. I'm good at that one. [Clumsily moves to sit down next to you without trying to not end up sitting on you.] What are you doing?

[redripoff]

[Dick sits and Tim stands. If his predecessor isn't going to get that he's not into proximity right now, he'll just have to force it on him. Tim drops the berry neatly in his lap.] I just sent out an SOS message for you. This place is weirdly full of good people. Someone should be here soon.

[notasidedick]

[Oh. Okay Tim. That's cool too. This is why he thinks he did something wrong. Because you won't even let him sit next to you much less even give him a hug.]

Well it doesn't seem like people here are bad usually. Just really weird. And we're used to really weird people.

Are you leaving then Tim?

[redripoff]

[Oh, don't be the sad puppy. Don't pull this shit.] Yeah.

[notasidedick]

[He has been a sad puppy all week. He can be sad puppy if he wants to. Is it that much to ask for a gosh darn hug from your brother?]

Stay safe then...

GOOD TIME FOR BEDTIME

[redripoff]

[This week? In this place? Yeah.]

I always am. [It's a monotonous promise, and it's about all he offers by way of good-byes before he's out the door.]