And then the moment is over, and Tim will say it has nothing to do with his predetermined timing of Little's patrol routes. (As if timing patrol routes was in any way difficult; he was a seasoned veteran at age kid.)
Tim bites at the inside of his cheek, and, ruining good farewells, he says, "No, I really gotta go."
...
He says, "I think I left the chainsaw running."
And he can imagine a hundred little Damians spawning from the one Default Damian, as the chainsaw revs and roars to life and slices him into-- uh-huh.
"It's going to eat right through my bed if the Aurora..."
Huh.
There's no graceful exit, just a restrained squeak of hurried and quiet cursing. Because Tim doesn't curse, like, much, and besides Kate--
She's cute.
Carrying flawed and harmful beliefs but hey who doesn't and.
Tim's running off. He stops just to say-
"Take the day off, I'll tell the Lieutenant if you don't--"
ok ok sorry 1 more
And then the moment is over, and Tim will say it has nothing to do with his predetermined timing of Little's patrol routes. (As if timing patrol routes was in any way difficult; he was a seasoned veteran at age kid.)
Tim bites at the inside of his cheek, and, ruining good farewells, he says, "No, I really gotta go."
...
He says, "I think I left the chainsaw running."
And he can imagine a hundred little Damians spawning from the one Default Damian, as the chainsaw revs and roars to life and slices him into-- uh-huh.
"It's going to eat right through my bed if the Aurora..."
Huh.
There's no graceful exit, just a restrained squeak of hurried and quiet cursing. Because Tim doesn't curse, like, much, and besides Kate--
She's cute.
Carrying flawed and harmful beliefs but hey who doesn't and.
Tim's running off. He stops just to say-
"Take the day off, I'll tell the Lieutenant if you don't--"
Okay for real now bye.
Peace. Love.
All that jazz.