[There's always a sense of...unfamiliarity. Awkwardness. Uncertainty. It comes with the territory of just deciding to hang with someone who's tried to tie you up, who's stalked you for months on end, who you've successfully kidnapped on multiple occasions and who has no reason to really give a shit about you anymore and in fact has every reason to tell you to fuck off and never speak to him again.]
[But Jay asked.]
[He doesn't expect it to be a whole...thing, is the thing. He wanders into the tea room and blinks, because this isn't just a casual hang-out between friends. There's a fucking cake, and multiple game systems he can't put a name to, and it's...it's been set up.]
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[But Jay asked.]
[He doesn't expect it to be a whole...thing, is the thing. He wanders into the tea room and blinks, because this isn't just a casual hang-out between friends. There's a fucking cake, and multiple game systems he can't put a name to, and it's...it's been set up.]
[Tim blinks for a few moments, brow creasing.]
[Then:]
Is that...cake meowing at me?