Boring day of pantrolling.
Q:My body is ready.
“That’s….good for you?”
Q:Pokes his head in with a bag of food. "Bird boyyyyy."
He blinks and pushes away from his desk, closing his laptop.
Q:you ship timbart?
“….What’s ‘ship’ and why does it involve Bart?”
He grinned. “You want to bug me? That’s a first.” He poked Kon’s nose repeatedly. “So…What do you want to do? I’ve probably gotten ahead in my work to last me a week at least.”
Kon smacks Tim’s hand away and rubs his nose, pouting up at him. “Geez, forgot y’could be a real jerk sometimes, bird boy.” He makes a funny face and sits up, shrugging his shoulders. “I’unno. Whatever you want, I guess. I mean. There’s nothing to really do today. Kinda slow.”
He shrugs, knowing things are pretty slow lately. “….How’s things with Bart?” It was a painful subject. It killed him inside. It had strained his relationship with his two best friends to the point where he estranged himself from them and the rest of the Titans more and more.