kayakking | (no subject)

Go heavy on the sides and I'm in.

[Does he still count as a vegetarian now? Fuck if he knows but he is SO not looking at that closely until forced to.]

Deal. Easy enough to do for you.

Could get something like that going. Tuck out to the butcher, see what horrible devastation's left at the grocers.

I'm sure there's something out there, calling our names to be used.

[There's a laugh at that.]

Right, just need to be out there to hear it.

Oh, important disclaimer: I take no responsibility for other purchases that happen at the same time. Those tins of cookies are deadly sirens on the rocks.

They shouldn't make those tins so enticing. But I wonder if they'd have any of those enormous veggie platters left. The ones meant for ten people?

Oh, the ones with enough hummus to drown a toddler?

.. Good point. Might be worth snagging one of them...

I think so. They only put those things out around this time.

[Something easy to grab for in the aftermath. Something not requiring effort or time.]

[As absolutely none of them are going to have the time, attention or nerves to do anything else.

... And easy to handle.]

Right. Other times it's just sad celery sticks and ranch.

Maybe some carrots.

No, we should definitely look into that. Maybe a ham platter as well.

Might be easier to duck out now before everything else picks up.

[... He looks over at Jon. They'd danced a long way around this, time to dip a toe in.]

Yeah... you doing all right?

[They had. His eyes are focused on the room, on the other Jon and both Martins enjoying themselves. The lights, the atmosphere.]

For now, yes.

It's [Following that look...] not bad at all.

[A slow, deep inhale.]

No, it isn't.

[He doesn't look away, enjoying the sight.]

Tim... You know once I do this, there's no going back.

I do. But... God, you've got an actual way back.

A chance to pull Martin with you.

...It'll be worth it for him.

[He sighs, focused on them now.]

If... A-after it's over, I can start looking for someplace to live.

O...kay. If that's-

[Sure. Of course. It... made sense. Of course it made sense. You get free of the Dread Powers you probably want to be as far as humanly possible.]

Right. Probably safest.

[It's practical as all hell. Why did that hurt somewhere under the chest.]

Probably. And you won't have to accommodate my, ah. Issue. I'll find somewhere that's easier for it.

Okay, but you know that's not a problem? Right?

[It comes out in a bit of a rush.]

[That came out in a bit of a rush. Jon looks at him, confused and questioning.]

It's... going to be a lot of work. Just to get everything outfitted, let alone getting me used to it all.

Right. Padding, open, stable spaces, I've been thinking of swapping to a conduction oven- and we can start using a raised labelmaker for most of the sundries.

[He IS a researcher.]

I mean. Here you don't have to worry about breaking the lease to get it up to snuff.

[The fact that amid everything going on, Tim had put any thought towards it was surprising.]

... Are you quite sure? Because I can guarantee I will not be pleasant to be around for some time after.

[Jon is planning on putting your eyes out... it's going to rate some mental real estate here, regardless of everything going on...]

Yeah? I mean, I'm still your friend now, and good heavens you were a complete arse for a bit there.

I think I can handle some justifiable frustration.

I only... I-it's your home, I didn't want to cause you to change it on account of me.

[Ever British.]

[It's just this face, really.]