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[mini-supes.livejournal.com]

Kon is sitting at a booth, blasting music through his headphones and in general just ignoring everything around him. His excuse for ignoring things is the notebook in front of him, though you'd think he'd be actually writing something rather than staring at a blank page. For at least ten minutes.

Hmm.

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[mini-supes.livejournal.com]

Why would it be a surprise?

"Are you -hiding- from the puppy look, Tim?" Kon is amused at this, and makes no effort to hide it.

[tim-drake.livejournal.com]

No reason. Nope.

"There is no hiding. There is merely resting," came the muffled protest.

[mini-supes.livejournal.com]

There is too! Spill!

Kon chuckles. "Okay, rest, and then when you're done you can see it."

[tim-drake.livejournal.com]

La la la. They can't hear you!

He mumbled something into Kon's shirt that was inaudible. But they probably weren't nice, anyway.

[mini-supes.livejournal.com]

Come on. It won't harm anything to tell!

"What was that?"

[tim-drake.livejournal.com]

Tim isn't available right now. Please leave a message after the beep.

"Nothin'," he murmured once again as he wrapped his arms around Kon.

[mini-supes.livejournal.com]

Waiting for the beep, here.

"You sure?" Kon asks, putting his other arm around Tim to hug him closer.

[tim-drake.livejournal.com]

Ha! Fooled! There is no beep. So there can be no message.

"Mmhmm." He shifted a little, listening to Kon's heartbeart.

[mini-supes.livejournal.com]

Damn! Another way can be found. Somehow.

"Okay." Kon kisses Tim on the top of his head and closes his eyes.