[He'd only been here for about a day and a half. Talking to the head instructor, dealing with filling out a class schedule, which meant he had to figure out what half of these classes even meant, and Tim was now ready to go out and explore
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So when he saw Drake strolling down the halls examining everything like a poor man's version of his father, Damian wondered if he was delusional. Surely that wasn't the real Drake, but merely a manifestation of his frustration. After all, he did enjoy pretending the bag was Drake's head...
But no, that was actually him, the annoying little gnat, in the flesh. Why must he ruin everything?]
Drake.
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If I'm invited there, then you don't have too much of a say, since it is his as well.
[Pauses, and then he can't help but grin, trying to turn it to a smirk, but still a grin.] And by the way, back home? I did touch your food. Figured you should know that now.
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It's mine; I was there first.
[Rolls his eyes.] I figured as much. That's why I had Pennyworth prepare me a new meal.
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... [Laughs.] Touche.
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[Makes a face. This must be some sort of trap or something. Drake never laughs like that around him.]
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