IC Contact

[preemptively]

blahblah will fix this up later

Comments

[preemptively]

[Well he's certainly reconsidering it right now, you asshole. If Tim were the type to throw the dye at Kon's head, he'd be doing that right now.

He puts it back into the box, rolling his eyes so hard the sentiment is crystal clear through the cowl.]

Gee, thanks. I'm so in awe of your thoughtfulness.

[And in case you somehow missed the sarcasm:]

Jerk.

[superissues]

[Kon was totally expecting to have dye thrown at him, to be honest.]

You won't believe how long it took me to find that.

So, how is it going?

[preemptively]

[That has him rolling his eyes again, his expression clearly saying seriously?

Wasting all that time and taking the pains of looking for a rare item in Haven when Kon could've been doing something else, just to annoy him. It's stupid and juvenile...and inexplicably it makes him want to grin. A little. Sort of. Not that Kon needs to know.

He shrugs at the question. Things aren't necessarily great, but they could be so much worse.]

No one's actively tried to kill each other yet.

[superissues]

Give 'em time. Early days yet.

[Kon hovers casually, hanging out mid-air.]

No one being R1, R2, R .... 5?, alternate R-1 , future B and B?

[preemptively]

[He groans. Please no.]

Don't jinx me.

[He's probably more tired than he's admitting to himself if Kon is attempting to "casually" pry.

Damn.]

You seriously think any of them would go for that?

[Kon please.]

[superissues]

Just checking there haven't been any new arrivals that I somehow managed to miss.

Your roomie mention me stopping by?