Tim doesn't give himself the moment to have his thumb hover over the screen of his phone. It's not even in his hand. The phone just barely touches his hip, anyway, where he's laid on the fucking floor of this room. Handsfree texting. It's all the rage.
God knows Tim has enough... mana. To fuel magical instances like this. He closes his eyes and sighs and the message sends.]
text, un: timjdrake, Dec 18
Tim doesn't give himself the moment to have his thumb hover over the screen of his phone. It's not even in his hand. The phone just barely touches his hip, anyway, where he's laid on the fucking floor of this room. Handsfree texting. It's all the rage.
God knows Tim has enough... mana. To fuel magical instances like this. He closes his eyes and sighs and the message sends.]
Are you okay?