The bar is on he floor. Tim's lips twitch up in a smirk.
To say the bar is on the floor is inaccurate, though the phrasing itself sticks around to offer comfort either through absurdity or familiarity.
The bar is encrusted into the floor. It's been dug in and stuck there and it's hardly even a raised bump among the floorboards.
Tim hums, "Yeah? What gave that away?"
World's Greatest Detective was a moniker only ever smothered in sarcasm.
But it's enough for Tim, and he nods to Captain Obvious. Sleeping off the wooziness of the moment had been the plan. Cool. They're not on the same page, or same book, or same library. Maybe they're in the same city. And that's cool.
"Roger, wilco," he says. And sits up straighter in preparation for, "Help me up. I'm sleeping in the benches."
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To say the bar is on the floor is inaccurate, though the phrasing itself sticks around to offer comfort either through absurdity or familiarity.
The bar is encrusted into the floor. It's been dug in and stuck there and it's hardly even a raised bump among the floorboards.
Tim hums, "Yeah? What gave that away?"
World's Greatest Detective was a moniker only ever smothered in sarcasm.
But it's enough for Tim, and he nods to Captain Obvious. Sleeping off the wooziness of the moment had been the plan. Cool. They're not on the same page, or same book, or same library. Maybe they're in the same city. And that's cool.
"Roger, wilco," he says. And sits up straighter in preparation for, "Help me up. I'm sleeping in the benches."