*✧˚. C̶𝐘𝐁𝕰R̶ 𝐃R⃨E⃨A⃨M̅ ⸻ ◟⌲ ᴴᴬᶜᴷᴱᴿ’ᔆ VͮIͥS͛Iͥ𝟘𝟘N ╱ * ⧛⇾❪ ｡ ｡ ｡⚡❫ . · . · 𓏭 . ➥ S̶P̶∀R̶K̶ C̳𝔒𝔒D̳𝐄 ˓ ╼ ⿻. 𝐒ᴴᴵᶠᵀ T̅H̅E̅ 𝓖𝓡𝓘𝓓 ⪧꒷᩠ C̶I̶R̶C̶U̶I̶T̶ S̡̻̙𝟶𝟶𝑼𝑳 ⪧꒷᩠ ─ ❪ ،، ̽ デジタルの心 ⋮ ⌇ ❫ ━━━ ▪︎ › (̶ ・𝛚・ )̶ 𑇓˚｡ ࿔

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Hang myself? Say no more.

I can’t imagine why you wouldn’t at this point.

Looking up ‘cures for exhaustion’. …all the results are just saying ‘sleep’. That’s not fast or effective enough for his taste.

His head raised as he felt her hands on his back, the vigilante looking over at the princess in surprise. The warmth that flowed through him as she worked her (literal) magic was… rejuvenating. “You didn’t have to do that,” he responded softly, though his voice was grateful.

His smile shifted into something more akin to a grin, his belt soon following his other discarded costume pieces. “Right on both accounts. Bravo.” His gloves were removed soon after, digits then coming up to unzip his tunic slightly.

The antlers drew his attention, brief as their appearance was. A few possibilities flew through his mind as to their source— the goddess, the Zonai— but he dismissed it for the time being. “No. Where I’m from, and with the function I serve there, there’s never time to.”

He let out a small laugh at her response, knowing she’d brought a pretty decent point. “Fair enough. I guess… I guess I feel like I don’t deserve to rest.” It was odd to say. Something he hadn’t really admitted before. “Not while there’s still so much to be done.”

|| Nikola was drawing this mfer at some crazy angles

Yeah, yeah, he knows. It’s a late rise for him. Give him a break. You try sleeping a reasonable amount when you’ve been running on fumes for a month straight.

|| it’s crazy how much older (and better) Tim looks just by making his hair longer maybe DC should suck it up and ditch that fuckass undercut he’s stuck with

Go on. I dare you. Coward.

What if I just went batshit one of these days.

“You won’t? I always figured if I finally snapped, it’d be a moment of… basically no consequence to anyone.”

He’s very, very sleepy. And trying so hard to power through it.

“…better me than someone else,” he responded solemnly, averting his eyes from what he’s sure would be a look of disapproval from her. “If I keep moving forward, I can help as many people as possible, It’s what I do, and… what I’m for. It’s my function.”

“Well… seems I don’t have much of a choice, then. Guess you’re stuck with regular Tim for a little while longer.”

who want me (you will be burdened by my baggage)