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#the prophetic spring Tim was a prototype for a certain type of character I would continue to explore
yellowocaballero · 2 years
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“Let me guess,” Tim said, sending bottles rattling. “It’s our birthday - and by gum, we’re spending it like a family. Let’s do normal kid things. Make Daddy take us out for ice cream. Jump off buildings with Steph.” Cass turned back to him, reading his uncomfortable contempt and how he tried to amplify it with crossed arms. Only Tim could actively manipulate what she read in his body - his knowledge of the syntax far surpassing how others struggled to even memorize its alphabet. “Does Damian take you to Dave and Buster’s? That’d be cute. He looks like he rides the carousel with the replacement. Or is the circus Richard’s thing?”
“We visit a graveyard, mostly,” Cass said.
“Glad to free up a few hours for you, then. But hey - chin up, sis!” Tim spread his arms mockingly, inviting Cass to survey his kingdom of hard drives and empty bottles. “It’s our 21st! We can legally drink now!”
“You’re still a little drunk,” Cass said.
“Yeah, I get weird otherwise.” 
Other half of Cass POV Robin Roleswap and boy do we study the trainwreck under a magnifying glass like he is a bug.
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