ployboy: <user name=wittystairs site=livejournal.com> (And slamming all those doors)
ᴛɪᴍᴏᴛʜʏ ᴅʀᴀᴋᴇ ǝuʎɐʍ ([personal profile] ployboy) wrote in [personal profile] cacophonish 2021-12-20 07:18 pm (UTC)

[...

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Holy hell, Batman he did not just send

yeap, he sure did send that message.

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, everything fucking--]


I didn't mean that

youre not a jerk. Sorry. I'm messed up


[Well. He's said that already. Tim fights the urge to chuck the phone at the wall regardless. Shaky fingers type away.]

I don't think I'm fit for a party man I got pretty bruised up, I'm staying at

hold on.


[Fuck, he wants to cry. But he sends off the address: it's a ritzy place, a hotel above the pay grade of ADI grunts.

It went down like this:

He left B1. For a bit, you know. He needed... space. But he hadn't gotten paid. Stupid. What the hell's he doing, thinking about pay? Of course he hadn't gotten paid. But.

He didn't need pay.

It's all about just... fudging some numbers, when he slipped his previous prepaid card to the bewildered, frowning receptionist. And the thing is
Tim knows how. Had been trained to know how to make these sorts of transactions seem legit.

It's so much easier when he can just lean on the card reader and suddenly that's it, he can afford a good room.

Anyway.

Anyway, he'd just wanted to sleep. He hadn't gotten much sleep.]

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