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The Kid of Steel ([personal profile] cloned) wrote2008-10-27 08:44 pm
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RP with Tim

Kon ripped through the house shoving mess into cabinets and under the bed. He knew Tim would give him that tense, disapproving look if he didn't make it look like he at least made an effort to be something approaching clean, and he didn't have much time. Luckily he was fast. Not as fast as Bart, maybe, but enough that the house didn't look like quite as much of a pigsty as it sometimes did.

Now all he had to do was wait for Tim to show up in his nifty Batplane.

Kon drummed his fingers impatiently. Maybe he could have cleaned more carefully. Now he was just bored.

[identity profile] ihavettk.livejournal.com 2008-11-09 11:34 pm (UTC)(link)
"Great," Kon said, hooking his hands under Tim's armpits. "The best part is, we also totally don't need to buy lift tickets!"
mrsarcastic003: (Happy Tim)

[personal profile] mrsarcastic003 2008-11-10 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
Tim laughed as Kon picked him up. "Nope--I get all my lift free via Kon-Air."

[identity profile] ihavettk.livejournal.com 2008-11-10 03:09 am (UTC)(link)
"Normally I charge, but you get the friendship discount," Kon said, flying over the island. "I've got a lifetime membership here, actually. They got pissed when I was skiing for free too often."
mrsarcastic003: (Happy Tim)

[personal profile] mrsarcastic003 2008-11-11 03:48 am (UTC)(link)
"Lucky me," Tim laughed. "And I can see why they'd get pissed. Should I make a stop in at the lodge to pay?"

[identity profile] ihavettk.livejournal.com 2008-11-11 03:56 am (UTC)(link)
"Up to you," Kon said. "They usually let me bring guests so long as I don't do it too often. Then again, you are a billionaire's kid and all."
mrsarcastic003: (Thinking Tim)

[personal profile] mrsarcastic003 2008-11-14 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
Tim shrugged a little. "Maybe after, then. I'd rather not have to haul the awkward skis around."

[identity profile] ihavettk.livejournal.com 2008-11-14 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
"Sure," Kon said. "Top of the mountain then?" He shifted his flight path to lead to the highest peak.
mrsarcastic003: (Happy Tim)

[personal profile] mrsarcastic003 2008-11-14 06:46 am (UTC)(link)
Tim grinned. "Race you to the bottom? No powers?"

[identity profile] ihavettk.livejournal.com 2008-11-14 06:55 am (UTC)(link)
"You'll beat me if I don't use any powers," Kon said. "You've got Batskis with jet packs."
mrsarcastic003: (Happy Tim)

[personal profile] mrsarcastic003 2008-11-20 10:28 am (UTC)(link)
"Don't be ridiculous," Tim replied, laughing. "I do not have jet packs!"

[identity profile] ihavettk.livejournal.com 2008-11-20 05:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Kon grinned. "You'll probably still beat me if I don't use powers," he said. "But okay, sure."
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[personal profile] mrsarcastic003 2008-11-20 05:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Tim raised an eyebrow. "Don't be so sure. I'm a Gotham boy, remember? City, through and through. I'm not nearly as awesome at this kind of thing as people expect me to be."

[identity profile] ihavettk.livejournal.com 2008-11-20 06:02 pm (UTC)(link)
"You went skiing with Bart. He said you were pretty good." Kon dropped his skiis on the ground and stepped into them. "Ready?" he asked.
mrsarcastic003: (Happy Tim)

[personal profile] mrsarcastic003 2008-11-20 06:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Tim shrugged. "I guess I'm not bad." He stepped into his own skis and shifted his weight a little, making sure they were secure. "Ready when you are."

[identity profile] ihavettk.livejournal.com 2008-11-20 07:05 pm (UTC)(link)
"Okay," Kon said. He pushed off with his poles. "Go!"
mrsarcastic003: (Happy Tim)

[personal profile] mrsarcastic003 2008-11-21 12:27 am (UTC)(link)
"See you at the bottom!" Tim called, leaning forward on his skis and making himself generally as small as possible to decrease wind resistance.

[identity profile] ihavettk.livejournal.com 2008-11-21 02:27 am (UTC)(link)
Kon grinned and leaned forward. He had more weight, which he hoped would help, but he didn't really care who won. It was just fun.