[If he ignores the big guy and his blatant sabotage, Tim thinks he might stand a chance. He can't help but throw a (polite? but) puzzled little look at Shiro: if someone had left him alone, none of this nightmare of a failed and-or struggling social interaction would be happening. But. Anyway. Water under the bridge.
Tim's already thrown a chair at a man; he can't, like. Do that again.
And frankly, this is very quickly careening into the dangerous territory of absurd...ly hysterical. Tim keeps a professional lid on his emotions.
Keith's comment could invite some more genuine, honest, serious worry-- but the need for privacy wins out. And the dude sits down. And it really does become a situation where it's two against the one, huh, and Tim swallows and counts to four.]
Right. [A slow, deliberate drawl.
He wants to sleep. Forever.] And I'm James Griffin.
[--]
Except I already told Shiro over there that I'm Tim Drake, so do you want to try that again?
I'm losing faith
Tim's already thrown a chair at a man; he can't, like. Do that again.
And frankly, this is very quickly careening into the dangerous territory of absurd...ly hysterical. Tim keeps a professional lid on his emotions.
Keith's comment could invite some more genuine, honest, serious worry-- but the need for privacy wins out. And the dude sits down. And it really does become a situation where it's two against the one, huh, and Tim swallows and counts to four.]
Right. [A slow, deliberate drawl.
He wants to sleep. Forever.] And I'm James Griffin.
[--]
Except I already told Shiro over there that I'm Tim Drake, so do you want to try that again?
[..........please.]