GAY GAY GAY locked to chapsandcowl

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[ doot doot do-doot

this is where Tim should be checking his phone, because a few miles away someone he knows as Conner Kent just sent him a SMS. ]

you

me

a table

a candle

and me trying to cook something without burning the whole Kent's farm down

watcha think?

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And that was just as cheesy as what I said. Woah.


Has the time arrived yet?

[chapsandcowl.livejournal.com]

I said I was a fan--What are you doing?! [THIS IS HIGHLY UNDIGNIFIED. Only Bart is allowed to do this. He tries glaring at Kon.]

The time for what?

my tag makes no sense and i hate you

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I'm picking you up?

I dunno. Kiss the cook?

you love me ALSO MINE MAKES NO SENSE EITHER

[chapsandcowl.livejournal.com]

Like this? I'm not a girl, Conner.

Well, I guess I can stand to give you your prize a little ahead of schedule. [Since his arms are around Kon's neck anyway, he uses them as leverage to lean up and kiss him.]

/rolls awkwardly

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I never said you were. I just thought that maybe this would've been more comfortable than letting you stay on my back like I'm some sort of flying carpet.

I mean, we can do that and I start sing "I can show you the world" if you want. I don't really mind.

uguu

[chapsandcowl.livejournal.com]

[Tim smiles back, not bothering to move away despite the strain on his arms.]

Depends. How well can you sing?

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I'll have to sing a bit louder next time in the shower then, so you can judge yourself.

[chapsandcowl.livejournal.com]

Oh? Is super-singing one of your powers now? [Once Kon remembers what to do, he settles in for the flight.]

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One of the many. I also got super-dancing skills. Want to check yourself?

[chapsandcowl.livejournal.com]

I don't dance. But nice try.

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Doesn't mean you can't learn.

Better get prepared, Drake. Tonight I won't accompany you home if you don't at least give me one dance.

[chapsandcowl.livejournal.com]

I know how to dance, I just don't do it. And you say that like I can't arrange another ride home.

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C'mon, not even once? You don't want me to bring out my sad puppy expression, do you?

[chapsandcowl.livejournal.com]

[Sigh.] What kind of dancing?

[outmatches.livejournal.com]

Something slow and romantic and with the highest risk of me stepping on your feet?

[chapsandcowl.livejournal.com]

[He grins.] Exactly the kind I'm trained in.

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I knew the sad puppy expression would've worked. It always does.


We're alone. Kal took Ma to his place for the weekend... something about wanting her to stay a bit away from the farm for a least a couple of days. And I told krypto to not disturb us. After whining for a bit, he understood and is probably trying as hard as possible to not be found by us.



Shall we go in?

[chapsandcowl.livejournal.com]

Wow, you really went all-out for a dinner date. [He raises an eyebrow and walks in.]

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Does this reward me with some good-boyfriend-points?

[chapsandcowl.livejournal.com]

Did you get me flowers? [He's teasing, but it may or may not show.]

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Ehm...


Of course.

[chapsandcowl.livejournal.com]

[Just blinks.] I was kidding, you know. [But he takes them anyway.]

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Yeaaaah, I know.



Please, sit down, Mister Drake. Dinner will be ready shortly.

[chapsandcowl.livejournal.com]

[Tim follows, taking everything in as he makes his way to the table to sit down.]

I have to admit, I'm impressed.

[He places the bouquet next to his chair on the floor and turns his attention to watching Kon near the kitchen.]

So, you're going to cook for me now?

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That's the plan.



Ma taught me this one recipe... true italian cousine. I think I should be able to prepare it without issues!

Or well... if issues actually happen, I can just make a couple of hamburgers. Not as romantic as Spaghetti all'amatriciana, but I'm sure your stomach won't mind that.