open post 3.0

[spiraea]

OPEN RP POST

❖ pick a partner-in-crime

❖ pick your poison word • picture • music au • random prompts ✔︎ ( art source )

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[hackitudes]

Will a clue of my existence in a far away desert cave do it for you? Or maybe I'll haunt your dreams in morse code...

[ Tim seems to be genuinely entertaining the prospect of going off the grid, from the way he just talked about potential lines of communication. ]

Look, if I ever go bald it'll probably be a choice, so yes. Dump me for the greater good.

But be warned-- I might just grow a mullet to try to win you back.

[ Is he belaboring a hypothetical situation that will likely never happen? Yes. Is he perpetually enamored with the amused look on Hana's face as a result? Double yes.

Her near-death was definitely hard on Tim, after all. So hard, in fact, that now, he can only think of dwelling in this liminal space - of them exchanging silly remarks and relaxing in each other's presence, neither quite willing to discuss the gravity of recent memory - because he's not ready to put his potential grief into words.

That fear of the unforgiving sting that would have come had Hana not survived against the Gwishin... it haunts him, even as he tries to wear a smile, and tries to convince Hana not to worry about him by making her worry about his potential baldness instead. ]